#whoa finally a doodl

[remitoffee]

did those ears suit his highness?? 🐰🥰

[yikesharringrove]

Billy's always loved libraries.

He fucking loves books, has since he was a little kid.

But he just loves everything about them.

In California, he loved the air conditioning. He loved the fact he could find some random corner and not have to go home for hours and hours. He loved that he could read whatever he wanted for free. He loved that if he didn't actually take it home with him, his dad couldn't give him shit for the books he read at an alarming pace.

In Hawkins, it was a place to hide.

Nobody expected Billy Hargrove to be tucked away in the very back of the library, his nose in a book.

And to be fair, he hadn't expected Steve Harrington to be in the library, either.

Billy didn't even know his name the first time he saw him.

Steve had a cart next to him, and was reshelving books, humming quietly to himself.

Billy was fresh to Hawkins, and all he knew was that this town was shitty, and that boy was absolutely beautiful.

In a few days, when he was finally enrolled at the high school, he learned the boy's name.

Steve Harrington.

The stories about him were so different than Billy expected. The tales of the wild party boy, the wannabe bully with a short fuse and a shitty right hook.

Everything he had seen in the library was contradictory to everything he now knew.

Steve wasn't much of a presence at school. He was quiet in his classes, often daydreaming out of the window, or doodling sleepily on his meager notes.

Billy sat one row beside and two seats behind him in calculus, and he had noticed the large red grades at the top of each of his assignments. The low scores and the come see me! scrawled in the teacher's writing.

His ineptitude at school fit somewhere in the middle of the two Steves Billy had come to think about.

Mean party animal Steve didn't care about school. Didn't study and smirked at failing grades.

Library worker Steve blinked tears out of his eyes and stayed behind in class to explain to the teacher I promise, I studied so hard. I don't know what happened, I studied every night last week.

Billy had decided, he liked both versions of Steve. He liked the one with a snarl on his lips and a glint in his eye when Tommy H. said something fucking stupid. He liked the one who showed kids to the childrens' section with a soft smile and gave them a high five when they found a book to check out.

It took a few days for Steve to become aware of the shadow in the library, following his every move as he went through his shift.

The new guy at school. Billy Hargrove.

Metal head lady killer. Who gets into fights and flirts with everyone with a pair of tits.

Who sits in the library and reads Emily Bronté.

He smiled at Steve when they first made eye contact across the reference desk, and Steve thinks he must be imagining the wink thrown his way.

Billy had spread out on one of the desks near the back, his calculus textbook open, notes strewn about.

They had a test the following day that Billy was studying for.

Steve had kinda already accepted the failing he was probably going to earn.

But maybe...

Steve's shift is up in half an hour.

Luckily, Billy stayed put where he was, Walkman headphones over his ears, pouring over notes and example problems.

Steve knocked on the table top like a dork.

Billy looked up at him, and whoa, his eyes are so blue. He pulled his headphones down.

"Hi, uh, Billy, right?" Steve's face felt hot, but Billy just nodded. "Um, we're in the same calculus class-"

"I know. I've noticed you in there."

Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah. Well. I suck as math, and-"

"Do you want to study with me?"

And Billy liked the look on Steve's face. The eye-crinkled grateful smile. It was in between the Steves he knew. It was kind, but he laughed at himself easily.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I mean, I'm stupid at calculus."

"Nah," Steve liked the way Billy brushed off Steve's insecure commentary. "This shit is hard. You wanna do some practice problems?"

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i love that you draw me

pair: Fred Weasley x reader

requested by anonymous and anonymous

heyyyyy :)))Could you do a Fred x Fem! Reader? where the reader is an artist like absolutely amazing . and she does art all the time whether it’s just doodling on an assignment or full blown masterpieces? And she’s not popular but well known? and Fred knew her, as in they only talked in passing. And one day in class he had seen her doodle on her paper and was like ‘woaaahh that’s super good!’ And she was just like ‘oh this isn’t anything. It’s not as good as my other stuff’ And Fred is rlly interested in art, but wouldn’t pick up a pencil or quill to draw because he knows he’s not rlly good. But he loves to watch y/n draw and paint. and like he’d save up for Christmas to buy her some supplies. Nothing much but she thought it was so sweet. She would make him little drawing, whether it be him in class or playing quidditch. He was her muse, and he absolutely loved it

Heyy, Could you do a Fred x artist reader? 🥺🥺

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Fred Weasley had always been aware of you, the girl who spent more time doodling on the corners of her assignments than paying attention to the lessons. You weren’t exactly popular, but everyone knew you for your art. Whether it was a quick sketch on parchment or a painting hanging in the common room, your talent stood out.

He’d never really spoken to you beyond a casual “hello” in the halls or a shared joke in passing. But one day during class, Fred found himself sitting near you, close enough to glance over and see what you were doing. The professor was droning on about something Fred couldn’t care less about, but you? You were completely absorbed in your sketch, your quill flying over the parchment in swift, graceful strokes.

Fred leaned over slightly, trying not to be too obvious. His eyes widened at the intricate design you were creating, the way your hand seemed to bring something to life with ease. “Whoa, that’s amazing,” he said before he could stop himself.

You looked up, a bit surprised but not embarrassed. You just shrugged, glancing down at the doodle like it wasn’t anything special. “Oh, this? It’s nothing,” you said casually, “Not as good as my other stuff.”

Fred was floored. If that wasn’t impressive to you, he couldn’t imagine what your “real” art looked like. He watched as you absentmindedly added more detail to the drawing, almost like it was second nature. “Well, if this is ‘nothing,’ I’d love to see what your other stuff looks like.”

You smiled a little, the corners of your lips turning up in a way that made Fred’s heart skip a beat. “Maybe one day I’ll show you.”

From that day on, Fred became fascinated by you and your art. He’d find himself looking for you in the common room or during meals, always hoping to catch you in the middle of a sketch or painting. He loved the way you got so lost in your work, your brow furrowing in concentration, your fingers smudged with ink or paint. Sometimes, he’d sit beside you quietly, just watching, completely mesmerized by how easily you created something out of nothing.

Fred wasn’t much of an artist himself—he could barely draw a stick figure without it looking ridiculous—but that didn’t stop him from admiring your talent. You seemed to love the fact that he enjoyed watching you work. Sometimes, you’d even talk while you drew, explaining what you were thinking, how a certain line could change the whole feel of a piece.

It didn’t take long for Fred to start saving up for something special. Christmas was coming, and he wanted to get you something that showed just how much he appreciated your art. He wasn’t sure what to get at first, but after sneaking a few glances at your supplies and asking around, he finally decided on a small set of high-quality inks and a couple of sketching quills.

On Christmas morning, you were surprised when Fred handed you a small, neatly wrapped package. You weren’t expecting anything from him, but the second you opened it, your eyes lit up. “Fred, this is... this is amazing!” you said, clearly touched.

Fred rubbed the back of his neck, trying to play it cool even though his heart was pounding. “It’s not much, just thought you could use some new supplies.”

You smiled so warmly that Fred felt his chest tighten. “It’s perfect,” you said softly. “Thank you.”

After that, you started making little drawings for him. Nothing big—just quick sketches of him sitting in class, or playing Quidditch, or laughing with George. You’d hand them to him casually, as if they were nothing, but Fred treasured each one. He loved the way you saw him, how your art captured moments that he didn’t even realize were special.

He became your muse, and it felt right. Every time you handed him a new drawing, Fred felt this strange mixture of pride and awe. You saw something in him, something worth putting on paper, and he loved it.

One evening, as you sat together in the common room, you were finishing a sketch of him mid-laugh. Fred watched you closely, the firelight flickering across your face as you worked. “You know,” he said quietly, “I love that you draw me.”

You looked up, a bit surprised. “You do?”

Fred nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I do. I may not be good with a quill, but I love seeing myself through your eyes.”

You blushed, but the smile on your face showed just how much his words meant to you. And as you handed him yet another sketch—a simple, heartfelt portrait of him leaning against the Quidditch stands—Fred knew he’d keep every single one forever.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Rollo ttsum headcanons? 👀

THIS REMINDS ME 😭 I saw a really cute doujin of Rollo + his aide and VP running into a Rollo Tsum and then deciding to take care of it for the day…

Curiouser and Curiouser…

… It’s uncanny how closely the Tsum looks like Rollo. It even has a teeny-tiny ring (can that even be removed?????), a teeny-tint hat, and teeny-tiny dark circles under its eyes. Whoa, it even has a teeny-tiny handkerchief to hold to its nose when it feels totally disgusted! o.O

If you ask Rollo what his thoughts are on the Tsum, he’ll pull out the handkerchief and make a dismissive comment about how it’s such a meddlesome creature. (Rollo refuses to acknowledge that it is cute and that he’d fight anyone that hurt it, no matter how much he is pestered to confess.)

NBC Aide-kun and Vice President-kun instantly become massive fans of Tsum!Rollo--

It’s early to rise!! Before your alarm clock can wake you up, Tsum!Rollo is already crawling on your face and bouncing on your stomach, indicating that you should wake up right now. (… The sun hasn’t even risen yet.)

Despite looking sleep-deprived, Tsum!Rollo has a lot of energy—most of it being dedicated to being mad of its far larger peers. Sometimes its anger is so great that it vibrates intensely and radiates warmth like a little portable heater.

It likes to crawl into the folds of Rollo’s hat and stand vigilant as a self-appointed lookout. He scolds it and tells it not to, but it doesn’t listen—it only listens to its own set of self-righteous morals.

Tsum!Rollo likes sitting around in quiet, peaceful places not doing anything in particular but soaking up the ambience. Be careful where you step in the Mirror Chamber or the library, you just might accidentally squish the poor little thing!!

For some reason, animals love bullying Tsum!Rollo. The pigeons chase it around, peck at it, and steal its hat for sport. Lucius hisses when Tsum!Rollo is close. Even the usually behaved Hearslabyul hedgehogs and flamingos push the lil' bean around. Something about Tsum!Rollo is just so... bulliable...

It likes flowers; Tsum!Rollo can be seen waddling amongst them on sunny days. It has a fondness for red ones, sometimes picking them in its stubby little hands to pass off to Rollo. “I see that you can appreciate the finer things in life.” He accepts it with a small smile, but inside, he’s wearing a far more wicked grin.

Tsum!Rollo glares at other Tsums and people in general; it can’t talk, so it seems to stare judgmentally at others instead. If its SUPER upset, then it’ll approach with its tiny staff and smack you with it to demonstrate its anger.

The little guy’s so enthused about bells! Hand it a sleigh bell and Tsum!Rollo will happily (and aggressively) chime it all day. The incessant sound will be forever burned into your head.

It enjoys cleaning. Because Tsum!Rollo is so small, it can’t scrub down an entire room, but it sure as heck will try to!! It’ll ride its own little scrub brush around, giving the floors and dust a deep cleaning. If it's not careful, it’ll slip off and crash into the soapy bubbles, emerging as a fluffy white yeti. You can also find Tsum!Rollo polishing any metal it comes across and washing down stone statues (the gargoyles appreciate it).

Tsum!Rollo loves grapes! (Unfortunately, its size only allows for it to get full on a single one.) It hangs around like a dog begging for scraps as Rollo eats his lunch. When it comes down to the final grape, Rollo sighs and hands it over to the Tsum. It happily absorbs the orb right out of his fingers, leaving Rollo stunned and wondering how Tsums eat without a mouth. “It must be the devil’s design…”

It tries so hard to take notes using a quill. The feather, however, being as droopy as it is, keeps smacking Tsum!Rollo’s hat or face as it bobs up and down with each written letter. Tsum!Rollo preserves though—it wants to finish this doodle of a city on fire! (“… It has surprisingly violent thoughts,” Rollo notes. He quietly approves.)

Tsum!Rollo actively refuses to enter Diasomnia. If you try to take it to the mirror, it’ll squirm out of your grasp and dash away, hiding until it has emotionally cooled off.

If it spots Malleus in public, Tsum!Rollo puffs up like an aggressive cat and rushes to tackle him into submission. (The same goes for other boys that anger Tsum!Rollo enough, but most of his rage is dedicated to Malleus.)

When Tsum!Rollo uses his UM, it becomes a literal little fireball…!

Rollo uses his Tsum!self as a stress ball (which the Tsum doesn’t seem to mind for some reason). Sometimes it inflates to a much larger size and he buries his head into it to scream in frustration.

After a long day of shenanigans, Tsum!Rollo has tuckered itself out. It lulls off into a gentle sleep, swathed in the moon and the stars of Rollo’s full-sized handkerchief. “… Silly thing,” he murmurs, holding it close to his chest. “That you are able to live this burden-free existence is truly a blessing.”

[silver--scar]

Once I get the smaller projects done, I'll switch over to be more OC-centric for the time being. It won't be a complete change, as I'll still post doodles and such here to feed you monsters, but I gotta give my other blog some love ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

Because honestly moving over to @thesouthparkmisfits will mean I get to experiment more! Such as animations, animatics, comics, and creating/exploring the characters

And also I want an excuse to draw other ppl's OC's cough cough whoa who said that

With that all said and not done, have an image of Evan and Ant as I work on finalizing their designs AGAIN :]

Look at themmm ╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯

[kisscara]

11: a suspicious offer? [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

a/n: the song lyric i used is from roselia's song R :3

"what do i do!?"

you cry out, wiggling your fingers. yoimiya continues to tune her bass while checking up on you. "what's wrong?" she queries, still fixated on her own instrument. "my drummer gloves are worn out," you say, the said gloves resting in your palms. multiple holes are seen through the cotton and most of the threads have come loose.

yoimiya exclaims, "perfect!" she gives her bass a test run by playing her signature riff. your mind goes hazy just from watching her fingers skillfully move from fret to fret. "so buy a new pair," she suggests the obvious and sends you a smile.

you stammer out, "y-you think i haven't tried that!?" you cross your arms and tilt your drum throne back and forth, mumbling, "i have no more allowance money. i spent all of it on that repair for my drum when it fell down that long flight of school stairs two months ago."

you add, "and i can't go to my parents for help. they said they'd let me drum in our band as long as i didn't ask for any favors." you bury your hands in your hair out of frustration. "the thing is, these gloves are commonly in the range of thirty to seventy dollars."

yoimiya gasps in surprise, "whoa, really? now i'm kind of glad i only have a pick, hehe..." she lightly giggles and you laugh at her light-hearted attempt of cheering you up. hu tao skips up the stage steps with a bag of fast food.

"hi, hi! are we finally going to be able to practice with yun jin and ayaka today? they've been so occupied lately," hu tao mentions, placing the paperbag on a set-up table upon the stage. you hurry over and takes a deep whiff of the food. you sigh in content, "wanmin restaurant delicacies!"

yoimiya replies to hu tao's inquiry, "ayaka, definitely. she's just getting the council president to help her get her keyboard and she'll be joining us in no time. but yun jin... i'm not sure. i don't think any of us have heard from her lately. she's always talking to madam faruzan about the offer for (name)'s solo debut."

a few days back, you told them about madam faruzan's proposal. of course, none of them liked the idea of you leaving them behind to begin a one-person thing. it would be so boring and dull on both ends. but the madam is a very difficult person to deal with, so it's only natural that yun jin is still trying to talk her out of it.

hu tao frowns, "poor yun jin, being the leader must have a lot of responsibilities." she looks elsewhere and furrows her brows. "i still don't get why i couldn't be the leader," she suddenly jokes out of nowhere, emitting a laugh from both you and yoimiya.

"hello, everyone. sorry i'm late." ayaka's soft voice cuts through the light-hearted atmosphere as she carefully closes the school doors behind her. in one hand, she's holding her keyboard bag, causing a little limp in her walk when she heads onstage.

hu tao squeals, "ayaka!" she rushes over to give the flustered girl a hug. "we haven't gotten a practice with this much members in a while," you playfully comment. ayaka begins to set up her keyboard after getting out of hu tao's aggressive embrace.

"have you finished writing the song though?" ayaka lightly prods, trying not to pressure you three. yoimiya giggles and takes out a lined paper with numerous doodles and odd phrases. "in the end, we weren't able to... i wish yun jin was here!" the blonde wails in a mix of frustration and sadness.

ayaka takes the paper and analyzes it. in the top left corner, there's cute little chibi versions of the members wearing their stage outfit from the blooming symphony performance. she's guessing you're the one who drew it judging by the handwriting of the label beneath the drawing saying, '5O5 supremacy :3!!'

then within the lines of the paper, there's a few sentences.

ayaka murmurs, reading aloud one of the phrases, "your song is dignified. flowers are blooming profusely." she beams up at the others. "this line is pretty decent compared from the... erm, other ones. we could use this as a starter!"

hu tao hums in pride while holding onto her shoulder and swinging her arm in circle motions, "that's me!" yoimiya claps her hands, "yay, hu tao!"

you distinctly say, "for the rhythm, i was thinking we could do something like this..." the other three lean in to listen to the speed and sound of your sticks against the drums. "it could start off slow and we'd gradually get into it after the intro."

yoimiya's eyes light up in excitement, "ooh, yes! we're making progress!" hu tao smugly remarks, "don't get ahead of yourself. we're not even sure if this will sound half as good as our practices with yun jin. plus," she gestures towards you, "(name) needs new drumming gloves. it'll affect their performance if they don't use any."

ayaka solemnly frowns, "is that so? you know, you could always borrow money from me or my brother." you pout, "i could never, aya. not again anyways. both you and him have done so much for me." hu tao's lightbulb goes off in her head, and she advises you to get a part-time job at xiangling's restaurant.

"c'mon, we'll do it with you!" the scarlet-eyed brunette is practically pleading on her knees. you scoff, "you just want to see me mess up people's orders, don't you?" hu tao looks elsewhere, sputtering, "pfft, what makes you say that?"

"is there a problem here?"

the sound of his voice instantly made your heart skip a beat and flutter within your chest. all four of you look towards the male standing in front of the stage.

scaramouche narrows his eyes and places a hand on his hip while using his other hand to tap his chin, "you know, i haven't been seeing much work getting done with this performance. could it be, i've made a mistake in offering you this opportunity?"

hu tao resists the urge to stomp down the stage and smack him right in the face. she merely crosses her arms and sticks out her tongue. yoimiya nervously says, "we're getting a ton of work done, don't worry!" scaramouche corrects her with a sinister smile, "i think you four are the ones who should be doing the worrying."

ayaka gulps. you stand up from your drum throne and pipe up, "it's my fault we can't get proper practice today. it's just that my gloves have worn out to the point where i can't use them, and i've always played with them, so-"

scaramouche knits his brows together in a state of somewhat disbelief. "is that all? you might as well just buy it off of the student council's school funds. it's related to the school festival, is it not?"

you tense up, "i mean, it is, but it's a little too shameless of me to be doing that..." you scratch your cheek with your index finger while giving ayaka the anxious side eye only to see that she wasn't doing any better from where she was standing. why is he so scarily brooding?

scaramouche tsks, "fine. the most i'll offer is tagging along with you to buy the gloves. i know it's stupid but only then could i see if you're actually buying those and those only. and if you don't want to agree to this, then suit yourself. i hope you're happy with letting your band down."

yoimiya covers her mouth and frantically glances between you and scaramouche. "it's like watching a drama," she whispers to hu tao. you're hesitant before nodding as a reply to scaramouche's proposal.

just how will things go, being alone with him outside of school?

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

© kisscara

[heal-the-ashes]

i drew the first one (the ranlay one) at like.. saturday's midnight... i decided to not disturb it and i decided to also leave it there anyway, i like doodling the mask of chaos is super funny to me too. look at how low effort it is. LOL also whoa, i get to finally add the tag that it's my art this time... (i am not tagging hershel. that is... not worthy of being tagged in my opinion LOL)

[ image description: 4 different pieces of randall ascot from professor layton. all just depict his head. the 1st, in the top left, is him and hershel layton albeit poorly drawn. they look happy and appear to be smiling and laughing. the second, in the top right, is randall glancing to the side. he looks serious. the third, on the bottom left, is randall happily talking about the mask of chaos; the mask and two speech bubbles are to the left of him. the speech bubbles have scribbles, only to indicate he is talking. the fourth is randall looking to the side again, but he looks happy. end image id. ]

[verslxt]

radio shows ~ r. suna

“i currently have y/n miya, world renowned model. sister to msby jackal player atsumu miya. and dating ejp rajin player rintaro suna”.

you smiled at the introduction to yourself “i’m so glad you could have me on”

you knew atsumu made everyone listen to this. osamu probably had the tv on watching the livestream. and suna was most definitely listening to it.

“so do you know of anyone who is listening to the show currently” the interviewer asked

“uhm yes i do actually, and i have one correction to make to your introduction. i have my brothers listening. hi atsumu and osamu. and i have my fiancé suna listening”

suna had preposed to you at a family gathering at his families house. atsumu and osamu already knew but not everyone knew. you talked it over with suna if you could say you two were engaged or not and he said yes

“oh wow, how long have you two been dating?”

“well he was in 1st year of high school and i was still in junior high. when i finally got into high school he asked me out. to homecoming actually”

“how did he ask you out”

“a sign. oh my god this boy had everything planned out. i was a cheerleader for basketball during the time. so i helped the volleyball team by being their manager. atsumu made me to do it. i’m not that mad about it anymore because i met suna from it. he used our golden doodle to ask me out. i still remember what the sign said too ‘if my puppy dog eyes don’t work maybe nini’s will’. oh my god poor nini he put a sign on her that said ‘hoco with suna?’. i said yes because i loved nini. nini is now 6ft under”

you felt your phone buzz. you knew it was suna. you smiled a little bit

“your smile is so beautiful”

“thank you so much”

“we’re going to cut to a song. what do you think we should play, y/n”

“let’s play an inrarizaki favorite. ohmami by chase atlantic”

“with maggie lindemann or just normal?”

“normal”

you thought of suna saying ohmami. this boy loved the song. he loved doing some special activities during the song. you felt your phone buzz again

“bitch, i'm fuckin' styling yeah ooh-ooh-ooh, oh yeah whoa”

you picked up your phone

rinnie<3🥰 your doing great baby 🫶🏽

y/n ❤️ thank you baby 🫶🏽

dumbass 1 😐 ohmami really?

fucking dumbass 🥱 yea, lost my virginity to it 😶

dumbass 1 😐 EWWWWW

fucking dumbass 🥱 YOU ASKED

the song ended and the interview picked back up

“i love that song so much”

“me too. now, do you and suna ever want kids”

you smiled. you and suna have been having this conversation since you two got together “yes we would. we only want 2 of them. and if i carry the twin gene then we may have to go through pregnancy once”.

“what’s your favorite song currently”

“i have a few actually! mine by 1nonly, r u mine by arctic monkeys, problems by mother mother and needed me by rihanna”

“y/n miya a mother mother fan?”

“oh and get scared”

suna taught you all those bands. other than a handful. suna really made you into who you are today

“can you do a perfect accent?”

you start in a perfect british accent “well funny you say that”. then you switch to an australian accent “i can do a kermit one too”. and that’s when you switch to kermit “well i say where is miss. piggy. i swear i lose that girl more than i lose my mind sometimes”.

you laugh, you knew atsumu never knew you could do those. so he’s probably surprised. you and osamu yell at each other in an australian accent. and then you and suna go around the house yelling in the house in the kermit accent

“do you know…the muffin man?”

“the muffin man?”

“ThE mUfFiN mAn”

the interviewer laughs “now we know ms. miya can do accents perfectly. now if you weren’t famous what would you be doing”

“ohhhh i would either be doing cheer for the msby jackals or be a massage therapist”

“what would you name your boat if you had one”

“oh goodness, now me and suna have been wanting a boat since like forever. and we decided we would name it the beayatch”

“what’s the dumbest thing you’ve gotten injured from doing?”

“how much time do we have. let’s see i got dropped by osamu and atsumu trying to do a cheer stunt. now based on their muscles at the time you would think they could hold me up right? wrong they dropped me so hard, i twisted my ankle and now i can move my knee cap anyway i want. another time i was cooking dinner and suna was in the mood if you know you know. and he sat me up on the counter and we kinda forgot to turn off the burner”

“how is it like dating suna”

“after noon naps. i get so greatful for them sometimes. uhm this boy can cook really good, he and his mom used to cook together all the time. so he picked up recipes from her. it’s really fun, i’m glad i get to marry him”

“awww, we’re going to go to a song but don’t leave yet we still have burning questions sent in from you guys! stay tuned. now what song should we play”

“oooo problems by mother mother”

“problems coming up”

you picked up your phone and texted suna

y/n ❤️ am i doing good

rinnie 🥰 your doing great baby

y/n ❤️ love you rinnie

rinnie 🥰 love you too

the interview picked back up. and she asked you the one question you were hoping she wouldn’t ask

“so there have been a few rumors of suna cheating, what have you two done about it?”

"“oh, now the pictures that were leaked of him cheating was when we were in high school. that was his girlfriend before me. and we do some checks on our phones, we just ask each other to see mine or his phone when we feel like they are acting weird, but one day he denied me to look and then he told me after he preposed why i wouldn’t let me look. it was because he was texting osamu about it, and he was acting weird because of that”

"oh, so he wasn't really cheating"

"no, he wasn't"

you knew suna would never cheat on you, he loves you way too much. and you love him way to much to cheat on him as well

"oh that's all the time we have with ms. miya"

"oh wow that passed by quickly"

~time skip~

"mhm you smell good" suna said shoving his face in your neck as you texted atsumu

"thank you rinnie"

"what do you want for dinner?"

"anything really, i don't care. as long as its not sushi, i'm pregnant"

suna picked you up so fast you dropped your phone back onto the couch, showing that you were talking to your mom and not actually atsumu.

"oh my god are you actually pregnant?"

"yes rinnie i was just telling my mom"

"i love you, i love you, i love you"

"i love you too rinnie"

[giggly-squiggily]

I'd like to request something ^-^ lee kaminari and ler jiro would be soooooooooo cute!!

The babies!!! I haven't written for them in so long karjkeajkrjke I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist):

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13, @backy-san, @nutzgunray-lvt

“Jirou, Jirou, Jirou, Jirooooou~ I’m begging you, could I have some of that tea?” Denki sang as he twirled up to the girl, leaning into the back of her chair as he watched her work. Her notebook was decorated in various words and doodles, all musical related from the looks of it.

“Sure, here.” She didn’t stop her tapping pen as she passed him her iced drink, eyes still fixed on the paper. To anyone else, she seemed a picture of focus and calm, but Denki could feel it. From how tense her back felt against the chair to the way she was chewing on her bottom lip, she was clearly frustrated.

“Song giving you troubles?” He asked after taking his sip, reaching down and offering her the straw. She leaned into it without averting her gaze, sipping noisily. “Can I help?”

“Huh?” She blinked, turning to finally look at him. It was then he could see the real toll this song had on her- dark circles lined her eyes, her face lacked its usual color. How long had she been at it? “Oh, it’s fine. I got it- it’s just this one part that’s…” She fell off her sentence with a sudden yawn, eyes heavy with sleep. “...What was I saying?”

“You were saying you were just planning on calling it for the night and coming to bed.” Denki turned her swirly chair around so she was facing said destination, presenting it like a TV host offering her a large prize. “Sleep awaits, Jirou. You can get right back at it in the morning.”

“But…” She turned to her song, only to find Denki’s fingers gently guiding her chin over until they were eye to eye once more.

“Babe. Sleep.”

“....Fine.” She gave in, shoulders drooping. “Knowing my luck, the lyrics are gonna be nothing but snore sounds if I keep writing.” She went to stand, taking Denki’s offered hand as the two made it over to her bed. “I suppose a power nap wouldn’t hurt…”

“Sounds good- whoa!” Denki yelped when he was suddenly pulled down into the bed. Before he could move away, Jirou was already fast asleep, her arm around his torso as if he were an electric teddy bear. “J-Jirou? I don’t think Mr. Aizawa would approve of this…”

All he got in return was more snores. When he peeked, he felt himself loose a breath at her sleeping face. Cheeks slightly puffed and pink, eyes closed and no longer lined with stress. It didn’t hurt that she smelled nice- like jasmine.

“Oh…okay.” He gave in, getting comfortable. Ideally, she’d be awake before anyone walked in, and they were both above the sheets fully clothed. Tucking his arms behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling, counting the seemingly endless glowing stars decorating it. “I wonder how they’d look during the night?” He asked out loud, knowing he wasn’t going to get an answer. “Knowing you, you’d probably align them to look like actual constellations. I bet you got them down pat too- you’re crafty like that.” He smiled softly, resisting the urge to run his hand against her hair in fear she’d wake. “I bet you're dreaming about stars now.”

She shifted, and for a moment he wondered if she was awake. But then Jirou mumbled in her sleep about this and that, and he felt himself relax once more. “Sorry, I’ll be quiet now.” He reassured her, closing his eyes. A little nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

He was just about to fade away into dreamland when he felt it- the first poke to his side. Fighting down a jolt, his eyes widened. Was that intentional? He peeked down- no, she was still asleep. Must have been a body twitch then?

Another poke. He stiffened, a laugh bubbling at the base of his throat. Okay, she had to be awake. He went to say something-

“Mm..move over.” She mumbled sleepily, her hand poking again and again into his side. Denki bit his lip as he struggled to fight down the laughs. “You’re…in the piano, Jerry…”

She’s…dreaming? About some guy named Jerry? Denki puffed, ready to wake her up and ask just who this Jerry was-

“Jerry…get off the piano…Tom’s…solo…”

….Oh. Tom and Jerry. She was dreaming of the mouse.

Huh. That was oddly cute. Denki would have remarked if her hand hadn’t started pressing more into his ribs, making him shiver. This wasn’t going to work- if she kept poking him, he was gonna start laughing and wake her up. Reaching down, he went to grab her hand, hoping to halt it.

“Jerry…go over there…it’s not your turn…” She pressed into his ribs with all five fingers, making him jump with a laugh. The hand going for hers slapped over his mouth, and he stared in horror, waiting for Jirou to react.

Nothing. She was still dreaming.

“J-Jirou, you’re tickling me!” He whispered, slowly moving his hand. Then her hand attacked his side again and he was covering his mouth, shaking with suppressed mirth as she mumbled about “I’ll get you you little rat…come here…”

“J-Jihiihihirou!” Denki squeaked, trying his best not to squirm. It was proving to be increasingly difficult the more she dug into his side. It was almost like she decided the best course of punishment for her dream invader was to tickle HIM! It probably didn’t help that he was squeaking like a mouse himself, her fingers finding all the bad spots along his ribs. “Pleehhhhehehase whahhahahke uhuuhuuhp!”

Jirou’s brow furrowed, and she scooted up further against his chest, her hand reaching his armpit. Denki bit the inside of his cheek, just barely silencing the scream he knew he was gonna let out. “Jhiihiihi-” He sucked in a breath. “Ji-heeeeee!” He forced his squeal into a breathy wheeze. “Kehhehehehhokahahhhahaha!”

Just when he thought that was it, her hand suddenly fell limp. Denki sucked in greedy breath after greedy breath as he stared up at the ceiling, willing himself to peek. She was definitely up- she had to be! And he used her first name! Readying himself for the worst, he looked-

She was still asleep! Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, face pressed into his chest as she fisted her hand in his shirt. “Gotcha…little rat…” She mumbled softly.

“Eh…” He sighed, reaching up to gently play with her hair. “Glad you caught him, Ji. Glad you did.”

~~~

“Mm…hm?” Jirou blinked, opening her eyes. She felt well rested, her head clear and her hands ready to jump back into her song writing.

She also felt rather warm. Looking down, it was easy to see why.

“Oh! Denki…” She sat up, looking down at his sleeping form. Did they…she looked around the room, waiting for the sounds of their classmates.

When nothing came too, she let out a sigh of relief. They won’t be getting a lecture from Mr. Aizawa today. Standing up, she turned to look at Denki once more, something soft entering her expression. “You know…this isn’t a bad idea for a song.”

She wondered back to her desk, humming a happy tune as she began to write.

Thanks for reading!

[aur0raaura]

Twin Princes AU

LEGEND

Part one | Part two

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AAAAND SCENE! Wow wow! I didn't expect for what was supposed to be another doodle comic...end up with me putting a lot of effort-!

Life got in the way plenty of times- making me take quite a bit to finish this...even contemplating on just putting this on hiatus and just do something else-

...but I did it! I didn't let any discouragement, nerves and bad feelings get to me.

Now I'm sure many are wondering- HOW did this come to fruition? Simple: my friend pointed out that my next comic should focus on Kyurem's involvement in this! Many were wondering what sort of role the old dragon played after the previous comic (Family) and the art piece that accompanied it (The Giant Chasm)! So I went for a more artistic approach to this, making the artwork look like a tale at first, but then shifting to a more crude and cold atmosphere- I was going to polish these last nine pages, yet my friend would tell me that the sketchiness helps with the narrative- and honestly, she was right! Thus I tried to add some subtle sketchiness on pages 7-11 on part one! I wonder if people noticed that detail...? Anyways, time for some fun behind the scenes stuff...!

Here's the very first concept of my Original Dragon design, including his human form!

You can tell I did some adjustments in the final product, but I really wanted to make sure this dragon had characteristics of the tao trio in some way, plus-- I wished for him to have a unique sort of feel- kinda ethereal? I also gave a teeny bit of eastern dragon influence because...well...tao trio. The tail is actually inspired by a plasma engine!

It's why I gave it a bit of a swirl to it- ...kinda reminds me of ice cream- His human design...well, I wished to make sure he looked like the princes yeah-? He is their dad after all! So I made sure to reflect that- Same with his clothing as well! Ah right...I should show the design of our princes yes...?

WHOA WHOA WHOA-- those faces... Hmm... I wonder if people can start piecing together why this au is called the "Twin Princes AU" with this and what was told in this comic...? The design in itself was conceptualized by a rough idea my friend sent me a whiiiiiile back, but asked me to refine it further! Make it fancy, royal, elegant--!! You get the point. XD Though this is the finalized design i came up with as I brainstormed this comic! I hope I could convey how magical yet refined they are! As for Kyurem....oh my! What a reveal as well huh?

What a throwback....! I drew these a while back!

Well, there's certainly some familiar design choices...! And another clue to this whole puzzle- unless some of you have figured it out! Let me know through my ask box! ;D

I really didn't expect such a warm reception towards this au me and my pal cooked up last year. To think mixing concepts from our ocverse (GUARDiANverse) with pokemon could work so well...! I suppose fantastical elements mixing with another fantastical setting aint such a bad idea...! This AU has kinda expanded since it's conception... to a point of having other stories of other characters that take place in this version of the pokemon world!

Though for now, I may need a bit of a breather. 20 pages was QUITE the endeavor! Yet...that doesn't mean I wouldn't be opposed to tell more of my tale in other ways! Shoot me an ask, tell me! Who knows, I may answer with a doodle comic! For now, I'll just slowly cook my next idea! Maybe I should give the witness to these tales some spotlight...? I dunno...but honestly, feel free to shoot asks. Well, I hope you all can be patient with me in the meantime!

[microraptorreactor]

I feel like dumping out my box of OCs like one would do a box of lps so very long post filled with very many doodles ahead!

Reference for my Rainworld oc, Lost! He's an idiot kid I made for one joke but now he lives in my brain. I think I made this reference for him last year? Idk I don't remember. I'm just now realizing that Lost snuck into my V2 characterization lmao.

Elysium art of various ages! Made between 2021-2023 I believe. This is the oc I made before I knew what Ultrakill was and everyone thought I was making an Ultrakill joke. Tbh if it wasn't for the fact that I MADE Elysium and have their early sketches I wouldn't believe they weren't an Ultrakill reference either. Speaking of which, here's some animations from when Elysium was both a quadruped and a model of robot instead of an individual. These were both made for a class in 2021.

VERY old art (2020 I think? I wasn't using my screen tablet yet) that I normally wouldn't include if it weren't for the fact my friends would explode me if I mentioned Elysium and Lost without mentioning Nerve. She was an anxiety-ridden warforged cleric who got tragically sent to the vampire realm. Whenever Nerve comes up in discussion one of my friends brings up how I made him cry with her final speech. I don't remember tf I said lmao.

Art of my His Dark Materials OC, Zurial! Art would have been made 2022 onwards. I made her WAY back in 2019 before Hazbin Hotel even had a pilot but unfortunately now she looks like a Hazbin angel and I feel weird drawing her. Which is really unfortunate because I love her dearly, she's one of my favorite OCs. She's also the only oc I have who I've made a plushie for. Why did my character design have to accidentally look like the works of famous youtube animator Vivian Medrano T-T

(here's her plushie btw. I'm really proud of it lol.)

Here's Niphit, one of my Warframe OCs! Some of y'all might recognize her as my AO3 pfp, but her design has changed since then. The bottom reference sheet is her most recent design. She's kind of conceptually similar to Baeri/Sleet/-31 from SftBT, in terms of hacking shit and having a snout and teeth. Biggest difference is that she is a whole ass hivemind, usually pretty harmless, and also considered pretty young.

Shameless CR:K fanchild OC. Her name is Golden Parmesan Cheese Cookie (Parm or Parmesan for short) and she's also, like, an AI copy of a dead person. Or a dead person's soul trapped inside an eternal simulation? Either way she's got SO many issues. I have a massive chatfic wip from when I decided to try writeing something with her.

Okay I know technically this is a Homestuck OC but I like to say she's a Hiveswap OC. Because I played Hiveswap and loved it but never read Homestuck. Anyways her name is Vintan she's a yellowblood.

Whoa an original character! Yeah this is Corion, they come from my brain. I have a whole story concept about post-apocalyptic robot cowboys (and human cowboys) that I've done a couple doodles from but never written down. Corion serves as a sort of living taxi, guiding or carrying people across the wasteland. They are a secondary protagonist, I don't think I have art of Pike and Amelia, the actual protagonists. One funny fact about this universe is it contains a character named V1 (pronounced Vi, still written as V1) who I can no longer use for obvious reasons.

But yeah! Ramble over! Not anywere near all of them I just wanted to talk about my brain children XD

[kurtmustdie]

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Been a hot minute since I’ve posted sketchbook pages mmmmafjkskfowicc

1st- some Hobie doodles I did one morning I uhhh… don’t remember what led to these I think I was just bored in class and still waking up (like the headshot though like whoa?? Also the writing on the top is just me keeping track of my place in the Spider-Man 2099 comics don’t mind that—)

2nd- some more doodles cat Miguel that’s all I have to say

3rd- finally drawing my Spider-Man OC for once I’ve been neglecting him for no reason I’m so sorry— I drew him right after he was taken in by the Spider Society because he had an awkward phase lmao

4th- more doodles of him I’m really happy with these expressions and poses they fit him really well

5th- more warriors au doodles probably because I can’t get it out of my head that Jess would (depending on if this is her first child or not- I assume it is) come to Miguel a lot for parenting advice SHE WOULD SHE TOTALLY WOULD THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS.

And the 6th one is just a zoom in of my 3 favorite drawings I did >:)

[pttucker]

When I slowly closed my eyes, it felt like pages were floating up right before me. Ancient pages, with traces of someone already having doodled on them. ⸢In that moment, Kim Dokja made up his mind. He decided to personally write the story that didn't exist in the original.⸥ I began jotting something down above those pages. One page, two pages – every time a page flipped by, time went by, too. Fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth… My fingers disappeared one by one every time a scenario was cleared. They would regenerate some time later, but their size would always be smaller than before. I used those fingers to write the revelations – on the ending Yoo Joonghyuk from the original desired, the conclusion I wanted to see, the mistakes I made, and things I gained new understandings of. All these stories gathered as one, and soon, became a Story. And so, just how long passed by like this? I slowly opened my eyes. ⸢Eventually, Yoo Joonghyuk of the 0th turn had reached the final pages of the scenarios.⸥

Whoa whoa whoa

Dokja wrote the entire 0th turn?

I mean, he's basically been "writing" all of ORV through his actions, but this is the first time we've seen him literally write. I feel like that's a pretty big thing.

Also, I'm really worried because not only is he very obviously destroying himself little by little to do this, that's not really what is role was supposed to be? I think???

I mean, Oldest Dream did create that other worldline and interfered with it in his own way (such as Dokja being very lucky, being Joonghyuk's sponsor, etc) but this feels...over the top.

Not good, not good.

[cytharat]

✨ people I wanna know better! ✨

tagged by @visualtaehyun and @kinnbig thank you <3

Last Song? it was one of my playlists on shuffle so let me check

Favourite colour? look you can't ask me, a bisexual, to choose any one thing. It's impossible I'm sorry I love them all. All of the colours. Yes, even that one. I am not choosing just one when I can have a full rainbow ok and you can't make me

Currently watching? I haven't really been watching anything that is currently airing, but I'm still slowwwly catching up with I feel you linger in the air which I love with my whole entire heart ever since I read the novel. Jane and I are also watching Kiseki: Dear to me and Moving on our weekly date nights. Other than that there are a few things on my to watch list that I want to get to but haven't found the time and energy to start yet. The struggle is so real hhhh

Currently reading? tbh I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything rn, but I finally got my official Seaven Seas translated Guardian copy a while back so I'm kind of sort of re-(re-)reading that

Last movie? Jane and I watched Inhuman Kiss 2 the other day! And you know what that means ... the spooky season is upon us ayyy :D

Sweet/spicy/savoury? I mean it depends on my mood, really. But I suppose if I had to choose only one I'd go with savoury. Give me that umami

Relationship status? tumblr user @pharawee has been the light of my life for *checks calender* 10 years now?? whoa

Current obsessions? I guess Baldur's Gate 3 is still holding my heart and soul hostage. ...yeah

Last thing you googled? my city's stupid annual parade thing is tomorrow so I had to google all the bus detours and whatnot to figure out how the fuck I'll get to work lmao super exciting stuff

Selfie? lol

I won't subject you to that

Currently working on: uhh keeping it together, mostly lmao no idk I have a few irons in the fire, but I don't think there's anything worth mentioning because that makes it seem like some sort of Big Project when it's just some random silly doodles. Well, and the KenBig AU fics of course, they are still an ongoing struggle

tagging uhhhh @sotc @kruk-art @plushchimera @uldren-sov @jiaoliqiao @aikinn @punkeduppirate @fismoll7secinv @riessene but absolutely no pressure obviously <3

[ticklish-touch]

Trapped in the Backrooms - Ch 7: Lunacy

(Group tickling, chasing, rubber/latex, mild furry tickling, macro, hypnosis)

You're thrown into an environment exuding with a different type of madness. All the bright colors, intricate places to explore, goofy music and reminders of childhood nostalgia are quite a stark contrast from all the dreary, foreboding Levels you've been experiencing. And it appears there are plenty of others who want to play along with you. Why not stay here and indulge in your silly side? Why not forget about your fear and your worries? You could have fun forever!!

(Chapter themes:

“A Friend Like Me” (Electroswing Remix): https://youtu.be/xqW-Hfk0FN0?t=8

"The title is TOO LONG to write here" - t+pazolite: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmRjc9VscGs

Toon World (Metal Cover) - Maxine Solemn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEJn_SXeqlM )

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          “AAAAAAA-"

          To put it bluntly, you ended up with a faceful of balls. More specifically, you crash-landed into a ballpit. 

          Scrambling back up to the surface, you rubbed your head. "UGH- You JERK!!" You shouted back at the slide exit. You then turned to see that the pit stretched on and on into a pitch-black expanse. "Whoa..." You were hit with a sense of nostalgia, and wary caution. After all, anything could be lurking around under here. But for now, you pushed forward, sometimes 'swimming' your way through. Thankfully the plastic balls were so brightly-colored that you could see a few yards ahead.

          "Hey Rag-a-doodle!!" You called out after a few minutes. "Where the hell am I supposed to go?! You said this Level's supposed to be fun!!" 

          You were soon answered by the sound of plastic rustling just ahead. You jumped a little, but narrowed your gaze. "I hear you, you brat..." You tried to side-step away from the noise. But the rustling grew louder and you saw a huge lump making its way toward you.

          You backpedaled. Maybe you could catch him - or whatever this thing was - off-guard. You ducked down to hide under the plastic balls, trying to 'swim' in circles around the source of the rustling; Occasionally peeking up to see if you could spot anything.

          The next time you peeked, a massive hand suddenly shot up out of the ballpit, releasing a loud comical squeal, like a squeaky toy. It wasn't Rags' hand, or a Duller, or a Clump. It looked straight out of a rubberhose cartoon, a bright white three-fingered glove wiggling its digits at you.

          “OH jesus–!" You paddled and flailed your way through, trying to get a foothold on some of the balls below you to try and 'run'.

          But it was faster. With a long arm, it grabbed around your waist and torso, and yanked you downward. "WAAAH SHIIIT-!!" It pulled you down and down and down. How freaking deep was this pit?!

          Finally, you fell out through the bottom, landing with a soft thud on a padded blue mat. You took an exasperated breath, peering up at a colorful ceiling ten feet above - with zero sign of a hole or an entry. And no sign of the giant hand.

          "Looks like ya got pretty balls-deep into trouble down there, hehehehe~!" Ragaeli's voice laughed from some kind of overhead intercom system.

          "PFfff- Oh shut up!!" You shouted back. Rolling over to stand upright, you were met with an even more nostalgic sight: You now stood in a massive indoor play park, atop a jungle gym structure. The building was full of these structures, creating a labyrinth that stretched on seemingly endlessly, with blue padded mats on the floors below. Overhead, there was a soft, upbeat jingle, like one would hear in a daycare.

          You felt a big smile come to your face. Might as well have fun here while you could, right? 

          You climbed your way down rope ladders, you crossed wobbly plastic rainbow bridges, you monkey-crawled your way up spiraling steps. Partially to look for exits or portals, but moreso out of the need to explore.

          While you were monkeying around, the intercom system above rang out with a little feedback, before the music changed to the... Willy Wonka theme??

🎶 Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

The amazing chocolatier

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

Everybody give a cheer!🎶

          "Pffff–!” You practically tripped over one of the plush wedges in front of you, laughing. “I know that's you, Rags!!"

          The volume increased.

🎶 He's modest, clever, and so smart

He barely can restrain it,

With so much generosity

There is no way to contain it,

To contain it

To contain, to contain, to contain! 🎶

          You were soon doubled over wheezing like an idiot. When the song stopped, Ragdoll gave a giddy laugh before the intercom cut out.

          Needing a bit of a break after a little while, you slid your way down one of the rainbow slides close to a nearby wall.

          And promptly got shocked by a couple of the round screws. "OUCH- Son of a-!!" That was pretty nostalgic too, for better or for worse.

          Exiting onto the plush, spongy floor, you started walking up to take a look at the walls. They were all painted with murals of cartoon characters. Some of them were old-timey black-and-white characters, others were colorful. A three-headed dragon, a mermaid, a knight, a pirate, a candy princess, a giant smiling flower, personified insects, animals, fruits and veggies, and more. All of them painted in rubberhose style. A couple of them had a sun and moon motif, with lanky characters clad in jester-like attire; orange and blue, respectively. Red and yellow striped pants on the sun figure, starry pants and a night cap on the moon-man.

          You headed over toward the center of the floor, where a ton of tiny tables and chairs were set up. Arts and crafts supplies were strewn about, along with stacks of jumbo-sized building blocks and knockoff legos. A good amount of small, colorful, paper-crafted snakes with googly eyes were draped over chairs and scattered across the floor. How cute! You went up to one to pick it up.

          Its big black pupils moved, looking right at you. "Oh-! Hey, little guy!" You slowly held out your hand. It flicked out its paper tongue at your fingers before slithering into your palm and curling up.

          Little by little, the other snakes came to life, turning their heads and googly eyes towards you, slithering up to the edge of the table and along the floor.

          The snake in your hand started biting your finger gently. Either it thought you were food, or it was just curious. Either way, it was adorable. You patted it on the head with a couple fingers, and it started flicking its tongue and nibbling against your palm. You flinched a little. "Hehey now!"

          The snakes on the floor started following suit, curiously nibbling and 'biting' at your ankles, wrapping up around your leg to start climbing you. It didn't tickle too much, but it was still enough to make you flinch. Some of the snakes on the table tried stretching out towards you, looking at you expectantly. You felt like you were going to get dogpiled by these things…

          And, sure enough, they started leaping onto you. Some of them slithered down your shirt collar, the one in your hands crept up your sleeve, the ones by your ankles nibbled with even more determination. You squealed and stumbled onto one of the tiny chairs, squirming and giggling and trying - carefully - to pick them off of you. Eventually they relented and slithered off.

          A cheery, light voice started giggling from behind you. "Well someone's having fun~!" 

          You spun around to see... A jester of some kind? She appeared to be animated. She had light pink skin, heart-shaped pink hair buns, poofy pants, a heart-shaped gem on her chest, and big pink cartoon gloves and shoes. You could’ve sworn she was one of the murals you’d seen earlier…           She bounced up and down idly on her bendy legs. "Playing by yourself isn't any fun!!" She pouted, folding her hands together and rocking back and forth on her heels shyly. “Don’t ya want a little company?” She had a noticeable accent; either New York or Trans-Atlantic.           You couldn't help but smile. Okay, she was pretty cute. Even despite her uncanny movements. "Awww, of course! What do you want to play?"

          She perked up and immediately ran out of sight for a minute, behind one of the nearby jungle gym cubicles. With a light bap, a large beach ball flew across the floor. The little jester came back out to bump it toward you.

          You humored her by kicking the ball back in her direction; she promptly bounded and frolicked to hit it back, giving excited giggles and claps. You kicked it back and forth for a few minutes, a big smile on your face as the girl pirouetted and pranced across the padded floor. She fascinated you. She was a living cartoon, a 2D-3D blend, not unlike something out of those movies where animated characters meshed with live-action. Her arms and legs could bend and stretch and carry her halfway across the floor if she wanted.

          But soon… The girl’s voice started to become drowned out by a much more sinister voice.

          "Plaaayyyy!!!"           “Awww geez, not now!!” She ran over to hide behind you. Out leapt a huge beast that was a stark contrast from the rest of the colorful environment. It stood over seven feet tall, with a pitch-black body that had a very prominent, latex-like sheen. It had long, spindly claws, a featureless face, visible hip-bones, and pawed feet. It whacked the ball toward you with excessive force, hitting you hard in the shins. "OW-" You stumbled forward on top of it.           “Hehhehehehe, fetch is fun... But time to throw YOU!" It started stalking toward you.

          You did the first thing you could think of: You picked up the ball and chucked it at the entity. It just barely blocked the ball in time with its arm, making impact with a BWAP.           The girl gasped, then burst into giggles. “Pfff-hahahaha!! POW, right in the kisser!” She gave you a high-five.           "Rude!!" it barked, and took the cue to start running at you.           "WaaAAH!!" You darted into the nearest playplace to hide.           The pink jester soon wormed her way into the structure with you. “Pssst, if ya wanna throw it off your trail, look for the bouncy-house!!” She patted your head. “And don’t worry, it won’t actually hurt ya! It can just, uhh… play a little rough,” she giggled nervously. “Now hurry before it catches ya!”           “Wait, are you going to come too?”           She shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll bump into each other again! I’m your new best friend after all!!” Her giggle became a little impish and she vanished out of sight.           You didn’t have time to look for her. You could hear the entity gaining on you, so you hurried through the jungle gym. It kept gaining fast, snaking through the tunnels and over the rope-stairs effortlessly. It managed to grab your shirt and yank your ankles a few times.

          After a few more hasty twists and turns and clambering up and down padded ramps, you finally spotted an entrance to the bounce-house. You weren’t sure if getting into an enclosed space with that thing was any safer, but it was either that, or chance a very complex-looking obstacle course of pylons, rope-swings and slanted walls.

          As soon as your feet hit the bouncy floor, you nearly stumbled forward. “Whoa–!!” It had been quite a while since you’d seen the inside of one of these; the sight immediately filled you with nostalgic, childlike joy. It was huge, with different directions and tunnels you could choose to take. You started to bounce your way forward.

          But the creature quickly followed suit. You heard the thud of its feet bounce up behind you. It effortlessly hoisted you up, and chucked you a good five feet clear into one of the nearby vertical pylons. "OOF-" It was springy enough to break the impact as you plopped face-down onto the bouncy floor. You couldn't help but snort back snickering.

          The entity broke into a wheezy laugh, clapping its hands. And then ran at you, presumably to do it again.           "Wha- HEY!!" You tried and failed to get your footing on the bouncy surface. "I'm not a toy to toss aroOOOUND-!!" 

          "Weeee!!" it cackled as it spun you and tossed you into the nearest wall. You bounced and collapsed like a dead weight. "Staaahahap already!!" At the very least, this thing wasn't trying to hurt you. It really wasn't even throwing you that hard; just enough to make contact with the bouncy interior. Your talisman wasn't even reacting, indicating that it wasn't trying to be malicious. But you weren't going to make it easy for them.           You were able to roll and spring to your feet before it grabbed you again. You saw the beast's claws puncture through the nylon walls to get a better grip and fling itself at you, but the holes closed themselves right up. Before it caught you again, you made a dive for one of the tunnels.

          The next time it caught you, it didn't try to chuck you. It wrapped its lanky arms around you, which shifted to become stretchy, able to wrap around you twice over. It pressed its rubbery body close...And snuck its long spindly fingers up your shirt to scribble its claws against you.

          “YEEE-HEHEHE!!” You immediately blushed and tried to wriggle free from its slippery grip. Those long claws were killer. “S-Staahahap-hahaha!!” You kicked your legs. It let out some kind of low purring sound by your ear.           “Giggly gigglyyy…happyyyy!!” It cooed.

          It wasn't long before the Nightmare finally joined the fray. “COWABUNGAAA!!” He exclaimed before emerging out of one of the nearby walls, back to wearing his signature black-and-red jester's outfit. He even had a Jester hat on!!           ...For all of about five seconds before he did a double-frontflip and took it to jam down on the creature's head.           "AH-!!" It exclaimed, uncoiling its arms from around you and flailing to take it off, with you and Rags laughing at the sight. …For just a moment, before Rags honed his gaze on you and bounced at you.           You yelped and started bouncing away again, with the brat giggling and following after you. “How ‘bout some more mood music?” He snapped his fingers, causing the intercoms to crackle before playing… The Hampster Dance??           You nearly fell over the next bump, wheezing again. “REALLY?!”           The chase became less of a chase and more of a dance party. Rags continued showing off with flips, cartwheels, springing off the walls, crawling up on the ceilings, the both of you bouncing along to the beat of the music. The beast even joined along, spinning in circles like a dog with the zoomies. Both of them would occasionally crash into you, sending you tumbling back against the wall, snorting and bursting into laughter. At one point the Nightmare grabbed the very confused entity to do a square-dance with it along to the music, making you break into hysterics all the more. When the beast caught up, the two of them tussled with each other while also trying to catch up to you. Rags ended up shoving the monster against the squishy bounce-house walls, tickling up and down its sides to make it screech and let out wheezy laughter, writhing back and forth; it turned the attention right back onto the Nightmare, long needly claws tickling up and down his sides and pushing him against the walls to tickle his belly, releasing his hyena screeches. Using their tickle-fight as a chance to escape, you managed to lose them by taking a tunnel off to the side that shot you down a plush, nylon slide.

          The bottom of the slide led down another bounce-house corridor with a series of archways that you would have to duck and crawl under. Hearing Rags and the monster on your tail, you carefully started sneaking your way underneath them…

          But without warning, one of the archways rapidly started to inflate itself and close over you from the shoulders down, causing you to fall onto your back. “WAH- WaitwaitNONO-!” You tried scrambling back, but soon it was too late; you were effectively trapped in place, head and feet exposed, the plush vinyl squeezing against you tightly - not too tight, but certainly leaving no space for wiggle room. Just in time for the Nightmare and the entity to come bouncing into view.           “Uh-ohhh, in a bit of a pinch there, aren’t ya~?” Rags giggled, bouncing over to yank your shoes off, before hopping over you to squat behind your head. The entity crawled forward on all fours, low, devious chuckles rumbling from its chest, making grabby-claws at your feet.           You gulped and tried curling your toes. “H-heyyy now, fellas, two against one isn’t fair, y’know!!”           Rags planted his big hands on the squishy vinyl, his glow becoming brighter… and sending a tickly wave resonating through the material, making the entire arch vibrate over you. You shrieked and your laughter just increased, barely able to squirm from the tickly sensations. “YEE-HEHEHEHE!!”           The entity clasped its hands. “Hehehe, so gigglyyy!! It raked its spindly claws up your soles, which just released another bout of higher-pitched yelps and whines from you, instinctively trying to tug your legs away. Those claws started to scribble faster, underneath the balls of your feet, experimentally tracing your toes and the sides of your heels, rendering you into a complete giggling, whining mess. “Tiiicklesss~ Tickle-toesiesss!!” It playfully taunted.           “Hehehe, your new buddy here was so excited to tickle you to pieces that it didn't even need my persuasion~” Rags snickered. “Let’s show ‘em just how loud you can really scream~” He cracked his knuckles, bringing his hands back down on the squishy nylon, ignoring your protesting and sending another ticklish shock through the material, vibrating and traveling through your belly, ribs, armpits, even wrapping around to create tickly buzzes against your back and hips. You laughed all the more hysterically, face burning brightly, smiling wide and trying - but failing - to escape.           “Hehehehe, coochiecoochiecoochieee~” The creature taunted, which just made you let out a flustered bark, shaking your head and squeezing your eyes shut so that you wouldn’t have to see the Nightmare looming overhead. Didn’t stop the asshole from continuing to toy with you. He skittered his claws over your ears and scalp, making you shiver and blush and glare up at him. He took a comically deep breath before blowing a raspberry onto your air-filled prison, which transferred right down through to your belly. “PPBBFRRRTTT!!”           Your shriek and foiled attempts to flail around were answered by the two of them cackling wildly. You knew they could tell how much you enjoyed this predicament; it felt like you were caught in a nice, tight hug, your mind buzzing with excitement and anticipation from being tickled and teased back and forth by your captors.

          Their team-attack lasted a few more minutes before Rags finally decided to let you go. He plunged his claws into the archway, puncturing it to release enough air to let you worm your way out. After it did, he pulled his fingers away and the holes closed themselves right up, as if the nylon had repaired itself.           The creature scooped you up and hugged you. A deep ‘purring’ rising from its chest again. “Byeeee new friend~ Have fuuun!”           You hugged back, but glanced up at it curiously. “Bye? What do you meeEEEAN-” It pushed you down another tube slide.

          After a brief fall, you plopped down onto a squishy beanbag chair, in the center floor of another jungle gym structure. Faint music was playing from the speakers overhead: Again, something that sounded straight out of a Saturday morning cartoon, with strings and brass and goofy sound effects. You hopped back up to your feet to stretch for a moment, before heading off to explore, curiosity throwing all caution out the window.

          You made some good headway on the current jungle gym, climbing up ramped paths… Then you thought you heard hurried scuttling footsteps in one of the cross-sections up ahead. It sounded four-legged. Impish snickering sounds soon followed.           "Hello?" You called out.

          When you didn’t get an answer, you cautiously snuck down the nearby slide, back at ground level to try and squint up into the clear windows of the tubing.           You were soon alerted by the sound of thuds and spring coils making its way around the corner of the play structure behind you, letting out a hearty cackle - sounding a bit like a stereotypical witch cackle.

          You rolled your eyes. "Okay Rags, very funn- Whaaat are you?!" You glanced back to see what you could only describe as a living jack-in-the-box: A huge, rotund jester with a hooked bird-beak and oversized yellow hands. It looked semi-animated, semi-realistic, in a similar manner to the pink jester. It hopped forward in its box, preparing to spring forward at you.

          "NOOO THANK YOU!!" You ran down to the other end and quickly climbed up a series of platforms inside of a large cylinder - too small for the creature to tail you.

          Not a few moments later, you heard more playful, exaggerated giggling, sending you hurrying over to the nearest transparent tube before you had the chance to scout out the different sections of the playplace. Making your way through it, you peered over at the wall in the near distance. It also had painted murals... And even from this distance you could see that they were almost identical to the ones from the first play area. The same rubberhose cartoon characters, just in different poses. All of them seemingly had their gaze locked on you.

          You swallowed, hurrying to the other end; not before turning yourself around to keep your gaze on the murals until they were out of sight.           You came across a set of doors, entering a large room with a ton of big, climbable sculptures. A pirate ship, some bright-colored dinosaurs, a mini fake merry-go-round, a green three-headed dragon, a spooky-looking town emerging from a large green book. There were more murals around the walls of cartoon animals, clowns, monsters and machines. They were similar in appearance to the jack-in-the-box: they all had very cutesy faces, yet they all looked sinister at the same time. Like before, you felt very strongly like they were watching you.

          And one of them was Ragman, striking a stereotypical Egyptian pose, tongue sticking out.           “Wha–” You snorted and walked over to him. “Having fun up there?”           He grinned wider and leapt out of the wall to land on top of one of the buildings in the Halloween town sculpture. “Heheh, it ain’t half bad here! Not like we can teleport anywhere until you find an exit anyways.”           “Wait, really?”           He nodded, pulling up a handful of portals. All of them still showed the same images as before: The jungle gyms with bouncehouses and ballpits. A couple of them even seemed to glitch with static.           “Ah damn…”           Rags shrugged. “We’ve found our way outta worse pickles. B’sides, I bet the other zany little fellas here might be willing to help us out if we play along with ‘em for a while~”           “What do you mean? There’s more creatures like that Bird-in-the-Box?”           He simply poofed away, his giggling echoing in the air. “Better keep your guard up~!”

          Okay, now you were even more suspicious of those paintings. Just as you started to leave, you could swear from the corner of your eye you saw one of them wave at you. Nothing happened when you did a double-take, so you snuck back out... Not seeing one of the characters climb out of the wall and start stalking down the hallway behind you.

          Something about the air of this place made you feel bouncy and energetic; you felt giggles bubbling up in your chest for no real reason. The moment you recalled a funny memory, you sputtered and barely held back laughter. You kind of wanted to go back to the sculpture room and climb around a bit. You wanted to run laps around the jungle gyms like you had the zoomies. Was there laughing gas or something in here?? Or maybe you'd just had such a blast back in the bounce house that you were riding through a spell of mania.

          Your giggling was echoed by another goofy, clownish cackle just ahead. Out peeked a very tall animated rabbit, with very dark purple fur. It had comically oversized hands and feet and a wide buck-toothed smile that made your neck hair stand on end. It tilted its head way over to the side, ears flopping over, giving you an enthusiastic wave, its piercing, crazed orange eyes locked on you.           You nervously waved back. In an instant, it bounded forward on spring-loaded legs - complete with an audible springy sound-effect - arms outstretched to grab at you. You squeaked and promptly ran the other direction. "NOOOHOHO!!" You laughed, to which the rabbit let out its own snickering. "Gonna getchaaa!!" It shouted after you in a deep, playful voice.

          You gasped and ducked into one of the cross-sections, navigating your way through hanging fabric cylinders. The rabbit barreled its way through the obstacles, still letting out that goofy, mischievous laugh. Jesus this thing was fast!! You eventually had no choice but to cross a precarious floor of black lattice strips. The gaps were just big enough that you could get your foot caught if you weren’t careful… Unfortunately you didn’t really have time to be cautious. You tried your best to quickly hop across - but one of your feet snagged inside the edge of a strap just as you’d landed on the platform ahead, making you fall face-forward. “OOF-”

          The dark rabbit took its chance to pounce, grabbing your free ankle and pressing its wiggling fingers into your toes and ball of your foot. A high-pitched tinkytinkytinkytinky sound effect could be heard, which just made you yelp and protest more. Its big, blunt fingers didn’t tickle that badly… Then it leaned in and blew a big, loud raspberry against your sole. “WAAAH-HAHAHA NNOO-HAHAHA!!” You buried your face into your arms. It answered your startled laughter with another silly chuckle. “Hyeehuehehe, gotchyaaaa~!”

          And then, you felt claws target your other foot. “YIEEEK-!” You yelled and instantly started trying to kick your legs and pull yourself forward. And heard the Nightmare’s shitty hyena giggles along with the rabbit’s. “RAAAHAHAHAGS STAAAHAHAHA–!” You turned yourself around to get a view of both of them; the dark rabbit’s legs were jutting out to its sides as it squatted down, and Rags was reaching down from below. “Man, you’re getting tripped up already~? You’re gonna get caught SO many times, methinks there’s a buncha these guys around~”           The rabbit was tall enough that it could lean right over the lattice and grab at your sides and belly with its large hands. “NooOOO-HEHEHE!!” The more you yelped and laughed and tried to push its hands off, the more it let out that stupid goofy laugh. Its face was crazed, unsettling to look at for too long; but still had a spark of playfulness that made you feel like you didn’t need to be afraid of it.                   After a few more moments of both of them playfully tickling and taunting you, the rabbit seemed to start taking interest in Rags. Without warning, it effortlessly ripped the latticework open, bounding downward to piledrive the nightmare, squeezing enthusiastically at his sides, belly and underarms.  “WHAAGH-!! YEEE-HEEHEHEHE WHY YOHOHOU!!” He smacked the padded floors below him, kicking his legs like he was riding a bike. The rabbit giggled mischievously, spinning around to grab and tickle his huge feet. To which the Nightmare responded with even louder shrieking laughter. "GYAAAH-AHAHAHA!!" He flailed for a moment, before retaliating and skittering his claws up and down the rabbit's own feet. It yowled and nearly jumped right off of him.           You watched their tickle fight for a moment before using the chance to escape again, monkeying your way down rainbow steps, and climbing into the caged entrance of another play structure. You probably should have used the chance to get out of the jungle gym and keep scanning the ground-level, but… That wouldn’t be any fun.

          Barely a minute passed after you’d caught your breath when you heard more unhinged giggling echoing up from inside one of the cylinder slides. You froze in your tracks when you saw a huge pair of eyes - almost resembling googly eyes - and another wide toothy smile peek into view, with the silhouetted form of a massive cartoon cat. It outstretched its noodly arms and used its huge paws to pull itself forward - only to reveal that its body kept going, like one huge stretchy tube.

          Before you had the chance to turn around, its elastic arms lunged forward with a rubber-band sound and wrapped around you, pulling you down into the slide. “WAAAH-” Again, you crashed into a ballpit, face-up this time, seeing the tube-cat slip itself into the pit just as you’d begun trying to swim through to get to the edge. It emerged with another SPROING, wrapping you up in its arms and tossing you straight up into the air, nearly touching the ceiling of the caged area, giving a loud “WHEEE~!” Just before you crashed back into the ballpit, it caught you in its arms, which bowed like the surface of a trampoline. It bounced you in the air a few more times before catching you… Occasionally tickling over your torso with its claws when it did, ears perking up at the sound of your yelps and giggling. It also poked at your talisman curiously a couple times, flinching its paw back when it let out a slight red spark.           After a few more tosses, its arms stretched out to place you at the top of a nearby platform. It hunched down, arms planted on either side of the bottom ledge, a long noodly tail popping up from behind it. It narrowed its gaze, body wiggling like it was about to pounce.

          You sat up to crouch down, a big smile on your own face. Instead of scooting back to run, you were tempted to pounce at the cat first. But then.. It started chucking plastic balls at you. One after another, in rapid succession, barely giving you time to block them. “AGH- Hey!! Cut it out!!” You laughed and fell back, hearing its shitty little giggle. “That does it-!!” You dove back into the ballpit and made a grab for the noodle-cat’s midsection, making it yowl in surprise and do a prat-fall backwards, laughing wildly when your hands went to work squeezing, poking and skittering your fingers. It felt so bizarre; furry and rubbery at the same time. It was as wiggly as a beached fish - and eventually pushed you away, with enough force to send you sliding through the plastic balls to the other side of the pit. It then made a motion like it was rolling up its sleeves, cracking its knuckles and wiggling its large paws, impossibly huge smile just growing wider.

          You gasped. “Nooo, bad kitty, don’t you dare-!!”           It pounced forward, those claws going right to work skittering quickly over your belly. They were blunt enough to not cause any harm, pointy enough that they sent tickly jolts through you. Again, that googly-eyed face and huge smile looming over you were unnerving, but not malicious. It traced your navel with one paw and jumped between each side of your torso with the other. A low rumbling could be heard emanating from it - it was purring.           The more it tickled you, the more you sank into the ballpit. You saw a flash of red below you, and in an instant, you were teleported from the bottom of the ballpit through the ceiling of a different section of the play structure, some of the plastic balls teleporting with you. “WHA–!!” You landed on a padded floor, looking onto a very narrow bridge, held up on either side by rope nets attaching it to the ceiling, forming a wedge for you to walk through.           And Rags waiting for you on the other end, hands gripping either side of the rope, smiling playfully. “Hehehe, those guys are a riot, aren’t they~?”

          “H-heh, yeah, they’re right up your alley... And they can get the jump on you pretty easily, I think you’re losing your touch,” you grinned up at him, starting to walk onto the bridge.

          Bad move. The Nightmare narrowed his gaze playfully and planted his foot on his end of the bridge, sending ticklish shockwaves down the plank, shooting directly into your feet. “AAH-!!” You yelped with laughter and nearly stumbled forward, grabbing the ropes for stability.           He giggled. “And you’re just as gullible as ever!” He leapt up onto the ceiling above the bridge, hands and toes gripping the netting like a spider monkey. The hand on his tail snapped its fingers. The rest of the bridge lit up red, and small slithery tendrils of his magic emerged from the plank’s surface. He snapped again, and in an instant, your shoes disappeared off your feet. “C’mon, better hurry across~! Either ya get caught by Grape-flavored Bugs Bunny or you get to play a game with me, what’ll it be~?”

          As if on cue, more loud cartoony commotion was heard off in the distance. You gave an exasperated sigh. “Fine, you’re on,” you stuck your tongue out at him, tentatively starting to cross… immediately feeling the tickly zaps all along your soles and toes. “G-GHhhh-hehehe!!” You stumbled forward again; causing your other foot to land on the plank, making the slithery tendrils send more ticklish jolts through you. You tried supporting yourself with the net, a blush rising to your cheeks.

          “Why’re ya so giggly~? It’s not that ticklish, is it?” Rags teased from above. You made an attempt to flip him off, which just made you stumble over onto the net. “AH-!!” The magic quickly jumped into the ropes, sending tickly buzzes up through your side, hip and ribs. “AAH-HEHEHEY!!” You tried getting your footing again, which just sent ticklish shocks through your feet again, which made you stumble again. Rinse and repeat. All while the bastard was giggling impishly above you, enjoying the show. “Whoa, you almost had it that time! Gonna hafta to do better than that if ya wanna be a Ninja Warrior!”

          “Sh-shuhuhut up, asshohohohole!!” You growled and jumped up to grab his tail… To which he promptly used its hand to shove you down onto your back. Your spine was immediately met with a ticklish shockwave; you gasped and yelped out in laughter from the feeling. “AAH-HAHAHAHA!!” You squirmed and tried to grab at the netting to stand upright… But the ropes suddenly jumped to life, entangling your wrists, and slipping over your ankles, trapping you in place. The entire bridge was alight with the Nightmare’s magic by this point, flooding your arms, legs, spine, neck and feet with maddening tickly pulses.           Rags jumped down to land in front of you - shaking the entire bridge in the process - grinning evilly and scribbling his fingers over your kneecaps, behind your knees and calves, making his way back up to tickle your hips. “Hehehehe; If you beg me enough, I might let you outta here before the Tune Squad catches up~”

          “NAAHAHEHEHEVEHEHER!!” You managed to retort even while your whole body was being bombarded by tickly vibrations.           He shrugged. “Weeelp, suit yourself then~!” He lunged his big hands forward to start squeezing in circles around your belly. “Tickletickletickletickletickletickle-!” Every ‘tickle’ was faster and higher-pitched than the last; the goofiness made you laugh more but every time the word was uttered it just made you shiver and blush more, soon yelling at him in protest. “SH-SHAHAHA!! SHUT UHUHUHAHAHAP!!” You whined, shaking your head back and forth, squeezing your eyes shut and causing the bridge to rattle under you. You were laughing and screeching and yelping nonstop - which only spiked louder when his hair tendrils slipped through the netting to slither and saw between your toes. “EEEE-HEHEHEHE!!” His tickling wasn’t as intense as it had been back in the lab; he kept it light and playful, but the full-body tickles were still maddening.

          The sounds of cartoon SFX were fast-approaching from further back in the play structures, followed by the unhinged giggles of some of the Toons. Rags smirked wide and scribbled his fingers up and down your sides. “Laaaast chance~!”           Glancing down between the ropes, you saw the strange jack-in-the-box from before, springing itself up higher and waving its big hand playfully at you. You heard the rabbit’s off-kilter laugh nearby. From behind Rags, there was a… Devil?? A fuzzy cartoon demon of some sort with a spaded tail and pitchfork. He rubbed his hands together like a Saturday morning villain. As tempted as you were to let them all catch up and team up on you, you didn’t want to make it that easy. “OKAAHAHAY!! P-PLEHEHEHEASE!! LEMME GOHOHOHO!!”           He grinned smugly and gave a wink, snapping his fingers to poof you away from the bridge into a different jungle gym.           You laid on the padded floors for a few moments to catch your breath, a dopey smile on your face and tingles swimming through your body. “Nnnhh…” You sat up and rubbed your head. Just how long were these shenanigans going to last?           Turning another corner, a little animated pearlescent dragon with a shiny, segmented body, silver claws and huge baby-blue eyes was sitting on a crossbeam overhead, scratching its neck like a dog. It perked up when it saw you, tilting its head and watching you closely.           "Awww!" You waved to it. "Hi, cutie!"

          It gave you a wide, happy smile full of razor-sharp teeth and waved back, before hopping down and scampering up to you. It chattered and let out baby-alligator sounds, wagging its tail. You couldn't resist petting its head. It didn't have regular scales; it was smooth and rubbery, a bit like a dolphin. For just a few moments, it had a perfectly innocent expression, enjoying the headpats.

          Until it didn't. In an instant, its gaze turned aggressive and it gave you an evil smile.           "Oh shit–"           "NOM–" It barked before trying to bite you on the leg.           "WAH–!" you jumped back in time. Hey!!”           It snickered wickedly, lunging out to try and bite you again.           "Agh-!! Quit it, you little shit!!" You backpedaled. You were sure it was just playing, so you humored it and got ready to run again. "Alright, you wanna play like that? Then come get me!!" You blew a raspberry at it, causing it to trill and chatter at you. You heard the rushing of air, as if it was taking a huge breath. You saw the vinyl walls light up with a blue light… And barely dodged the little dragon’s lightning-ball projectile in time. “WHOA-!!” You managed to make it lose your trail, hearing it cackling gleefully.

          Exploring a little further, you started to hear what sounded like muffled singing from above. Letting curiosity get the better of you, you were able to find platforms to climb up to the next level, finding the source of the voice: The jester girl from before…? Kind of? Her buns had become spiked pigtails, her overall color theme shifted to darker pinks, and her heart gem was upside-down. She was doing a little swing dance to herself. But she gasped when she saw you, smiling wide and stretching her arms out to scoop you up and twirl you. “FRIIIEND!! I told ya we’d meet again!!” She ruffled your hair.

          “H-Hehey!!” You laughed and playfully pushed her back.           “Why ya trying to run from us, chum? You’re havin’ fun, aren’t ya?” She pouted playfully. “I’m just here to be your friend, remember?” She formed a heart over her head with her stretchy arms. “It’s swell to meet that other friend of yours!! He’s a riot! You sure he’s not from here?? Don’t think I ever seen him in one of our wall paintings!” She bounced up and down excitedly again.           You snorted. “Nahhh, he’s not from here. He’s not from my world either, though, but …Since you’re the only one here who seems to have any sanity, maybe you could tell me where we are?”           She gave an exaggerated shrug. “Beats me!! I couldn’t tell ya how or when we got here. All I know is that we’re here to have fun!” She did a cartwheel around the small room, ducking and weaving through large hanging plastic hoops, landing back in front of you. “Whenever someone new comes along, we’re finally able to come out and play!! You Wanderin’ lot are always gettin’ lost in here, always so sad, afraid, and alone…” She frowned, for once looking genuinely concerned. “I… I know what it’s like to be alone.” She folded her hands. “Sometimes, waitin’ in those walls for new people to pass through feels like it takes weeks. Months. Years.” Her pigtails drooped. “No-one deserves to feel that way….”           You frowned and patted her on the shoulder, to which she perked up again and patted you on the head. “WELL no matter, that’s why Mistah Shiro looks out for us!! Like he tells us, if we help you folks feel happy, then he’ll make sure none of us will ever hafta be sad or alone ever again!” he took your hands and spun you. “Isn’t that swell?!”

          You exclaimed when you were spun around. “AAH- I guess??”           She giggled and set you down. And suddenly, her big toothy smile looked a bit more mischievous. “But you didn’t tell me you were so ticklish! That’s a sure-fire way of gettin’ a big smile outta you~!!” She wiggled her digits, that damn sound-effect playing again.           “O-Ohh come on, not you too-!!” You felt a smile creep back onto your face. Instead of running, though, you decided to get the upper hand first, quickly squeezing the jester’s sides.           “YIEEK-HEEHEE!!” She squealed in surprise, stumbling back, her arms becoming squiggly before wrapping around herself. “Ooohoho, that’s how we’re gonna play~!!” she glared and smirked, swiftly wrapping one of her elastic arms around you a couple times over, and sitting back on one of the hanging hoops.  “You really think you can get the upper hand on us, do ya?” She instantly started squeezing up and down your sides, burying her hands into your armpits. “Hehehehe!! Awww you look so sweet gigglin’ like this! See, this is what makes it all worth it~ Laughter makes the worlds go round! Your friend sure gets it!!”           You did your best to try and wriggle out of the pink jester’s rubbery grip, unable to hold back your squeaks and yelps from her ticklish squeezes. “Y-Yeehehehe-!! I-I agreeheehee!! B-But we cahahaha-!! We cahahant s-stahahay here!!”           Her face dropped into a grumpy pout. “And why not? You’re happy, aren’tcha??” She doubled her efforts, sneaking a hand down to tickle over your knees, using her other hand to play piano over your ribs and give rapid pokes along your belly.           You exclaimed and wiggled all the more. “AH-Hehehehe w-well yehehehes, right nohohow!! But I gotta get back hohohohome!!”

          She perked up in realization. “Ohhhh, I see… You haven’t talked to Mistah Shiro yet!” She released her hold on you and steadied you to your feet. “Why didn’t ya say so?? Well keep lookin’ around for him then, I’m sure you’ll find him! Ya just gotta keep an eye out for the two big stars on the walls. You’ll find the doorway under the second star to the right!”           You caught your breath for a moment. “Will… Will he be able to help us?”           She nodded fast. “Of course, of course!! He’ll set ya straight for sure!” Something seemed… off about her big, wide smile this time. But you didn’t press further, and took her advice to keep looking.           A few other rubberhose rascals made their presence known before long. The mural of the giant orange flower emerged out of the floor as you were crossing over to another play structure, flashing a dastardly sharp-toothed smile before attempting to grab you up with its leafy hands. You found a small open area with bumper-cars, watching a red-and-blue clown riding around wildly, cackling as it crashed into other empty cars. Unable to resist the urge to play along, you hopped into one of the cars and started charging after them, much to their delight. A couple rounds of smashing into them, a huge figure peeked around one of the nearby tube slides: A red genie with a turquoise turban and vest. As you scrambled out of the cart, he reached down to try and grab you... before Ragman came flying out of a plastic wall to tackle and grip onto him like a monkey, allowing you the chance to escape while the genie yowled with laughter from the nightmare's attack.           Soon, you nearly ran right into the devil from before. He smirked cheekily down at you and gave a wiggly-finger wave. "Helloooo~" He greeted in a flamboyant voice. "You're quite the slippery little salmon, aren't you? There's no reason to run, I promise I won't bite... Yet," he chuckled slyly, jolting his pitchfork like he was going to poke you with it. "Why not just give me your soul now and save yourself the trouble of running about like a headless chicken?"           "Wha- NO, I'm not gonna do that!!"           "Ohh, you won't?" He tsk-ed. "Well then, I'll just have to take it for myself~" He whipped out his tail and wrapped it around your ankle, causing you to stumble back onto one of the foam cylinders behind you. He then started scribbling his claws over your sole and toes. "See? Handing over your sole is simple enough, isn't it??" He chuckled.           "NNhh-HAHAHA!! Oh vehehery funnyyhehehe!!" You grabbed your talisman, willing it to light up with magic and zip right down the devil's arm to 'zap' his body.           "YYYEEAHAHAHA!!" He howled and stumbled back. "Y-You sneaky little!!" he growled, trying to leap at you. You quickly ducked through rolling cylinders to try and lose him.

          You were soon ducking cutesy and creepy cartoon critters left and right. More of the murals started hopping out of the walls at any given turn, laughing and taunting and wiggling their fingers, making swift work of following you through the jungle gyms. A couple times, your pursuers tried to yank at your talisman's chain, which promptly let off warning ticklish bursts and made them recoil with laughter. You stumbled over rainbow steps, large padded cubes, rope mazes, occasionally slipping and falling face or ass-first. The other toons - as well as Rags - started doing the same when they were thrown off by your quick maneuvering. Crashing head-first into each other, prat-falling down steps, occasionally ripping off fabric decor or breaking off entire chunks of the play structures. In his haste to try and lunge at you, Rags did a backflip over a slide… promptly smacking his head on it with a loud BONK, tumbling down unceremoniously into the ballpit below. You were so busy wheezing your lungs out at the sight that you ended up getting scooped up by the purple rabbit again and had to escape his tickly grasp.

          All the while, Ragman continued to remotely mess with the intercoms to cycle through other goofy songs. Cotton-Eye Joe, Pink Elephants, Entry of the Gladiators, "Having A Wonderful Time," And a certain melody of mocking laughter. The silliness took away any anxiousness you had despite the monsters chasing you. It was pure unbridled fun. You couldn't tell if the loopiness was from the Level’s effects, or the building pandemonium that had begun back when Rags shoved you down that first slide, but you couldn’t stop giggling and laughing. You had all but forgotten your quest to try and escape the Level.

          Escape? Why would you want to escape?? There was no harm in hamming it up with all these guys to your heart’s content. This was the happiest and most carefree you’d felt since ending up here.

          At some point, the entities weren’t even chasing you, but instead got into it with each other: you watched their antics with each other from across another jungle gym like you were watching a cartoon in real-time. They seemed inspired by their games with you and started getting into tickle-fights with each other. They occasionally targeted Rags, who would very quickly remind them how easily his merciless methods could overpower them. But they would bounce right back, undeterred, their energy reserves seemingly infinite. A swarm of them even tried to pounce Rags and pull his tail, resulting in it coming clean off with a POP, and snaking around to try and smack, shove and tickle them of its own volition. The same happened to one of his arms. Once he’d pulled himself back together, he had them howling in laughter within moments.           The Tom-and-Jerry slapstick eventually came to a head when you saw two huge stars painted on a nearby wall. Under the left star was a steel-bolted door; under the right star was a huge, inflated slide, leading into the mouth of another bounce-house disappearing under the wall. This must be it!           Sliding down, you were met with the interior of a huge bounce-house, with high walls and no ceiling.           …And every single toony entity that you’d encountered was here. After initially feeling your heart jump into your throat, you saw that they weren’t trying to come after you. They were all just bouncing around wildly, off the walls, doing flips and midair tricks, having a dance party to Electroswing. You joined in the pandemonium, letting go of your inhibitions to dance, play-fight, chase some of them around and play tag.

          “GERONIMOOOOO!” The Nightmare eventually hollered from above, plummeting down into the middle of the bounce-house floor, creating such a shockwave that it rippled and distorted the flooring and sent the entities, along with yourself, exclaiming and flying backwards. You burst into laughter, unable to stop. Especially when Rags straddled either side of you to attack your tummy with tickles. “Hehehe, glad you’ve had fun here~! Guess it wasn’t such a bad trap after all~”

          “AH-Hahahaha, yeheheheah!!” You beamed up at him, laughing wildly even after the Nightmare had stopped tickling you.

          “Better wrap up this party though,” he gestured to the only visible exit: A big wooden door at the far end of the bouncehouse. “Methinks they’re fixing you to make yourself laugh to death. Or keep you around to use as target practice next time they shoot themselves outta cannons,” He snickered and ruffled your hair.

          Your giggling eventually started to die down, taking deep gasping breaths, attempting to calm yourself down. “Ahh-hahaha…Y-Yeheheah, maybe you’re rihihight…”

          But it was as if those words flipped a switch. All the entities snapped their attention toward both of you. And started menacingly stalking closer.

          “Leeeeave? Why would you wanna leave??”           “Stay with us, friend!!”          “You’re the ONLY wanderer we’ve had that’s lasted this long!!”          “We know juuuust how to make you wanna stay~”                     They started rolling up their - often invisible - sleeves, punching their fists in their palms, giving big wide menacing smiles as they wiggled fingers and claws in your direction. You swallowed hard. “O-Ohh fuck…”

          A pair of clawed hands gripped onto the sides of the bounce house. Out emerged an enormous, winged skeletal figure, not unlike a Lich or a Draug, with a crazed, sinister gaze and long tongue, letting out a manic, raspy laugh and pointing in your direction. The others seemed to take this as a command, charging after you.           “Aaaand that’s our cue!!” Rags scooped you up in his arms, growing himself to his full height, essentially carrying you like a football tucked under his arm as he charged and bounded forward. He ducked swinging arms, dragon-fire, rubber mallets, TNT, bursts of magic projectiles, and more. He yelped and jumped and let out ticklish giggles from every jab of a weapon or chomping of teeth. When the toons saw that their attacks were only tickling him, they doubled down and tried to take him down faster with more tickles. The Nightmare was soon swarmed by stretchy limbs and countless tickling fingers, nearly stumbling forward a few times. “GYEEE-HEHEHEEHEHE!! AHH-HAHAHA!!”           You felt him start to charge up his energy, his aura crackling. You gasped. Don’t you DARE let off a blast again!! You shouted at him in your thoughts. Remember the science lab?!           FINE!! he growled back. Suckin’ up the laughter of an army of lunatics might actually make me go off the deep end anyways!           The huge deity was eventually taken down by a bunch of the creatures working to trip him up with ropes. He fell into the bouncy floor with a resounding THUD, taking you in his hand and outstretching you toward the door. For a moment, you watched him get totally dogpiled, bursting into excited hysterics, tickled from head to toe by the only thing that could really contend with his mania: Raw nonsensical cartoon logic.           But soon, some of them turned their attention to you. “GEHEHEHET GOING!!” Rags barked. “I’LL CAHAHAHATCH UP!!”           Hastily swinging the door open, you were met with one final plastic slide. After jumping down, the wooden door slammed shut behind you.

          You landed flat on your back, on a plush, spongy floor. “Ugh..”

          Sitting up, you saw that you were in an environment almost identical to the labyrinth of jungle gyms. Except this time, the lights were very dim, and the music had totally stopped. There wasn't any sign of the creatures or Nightmare tailing after you.

          Your manic spell and brain-fog began to dissipate, but you still felt playful and giggle-drunk, nerves standing on end; ready for another silly little guy to cause mayhem with or get into a tickle-fight with. But you knew now you had to keep your senses about you. Rags had been right; Something was trying to trap you here.

          “Hellooo??” You tiptoed around the place, occasionally peeking into gaps in the jungle gyms. “Marco??” Interestingly, there were tall standing mirrors hanging from some of the play structures. As you passed them, you could've sworn you saw a dark figure move inside one of them. Doing a double-take, it had gone away.

          But soon, dead ahead of you, one of the mirrors wasn't showing your reflection. Instead, you were looking at a very tall, lanky silhouette of a man in a tailcoat and a top hat. He was completely greyscale, with the exception of the bowtie on his neck that shimmered with bright, colorful patterns. He hopped out of the mirror, his legs stretching like rubber. "Hello hel-lo my dear!!" He took a dramatic bow, tilting his hat to you with one of his noodly rubberhose arms. "It's so excellent to see you having such a good time!! I've not heard such joy, such laughter, such frivolity in ages!!" He spoke loudly and hurriedly, like some kind of hammy showman or salesman. Before you could reply, he bounded forward and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Much like the previous entities, he felt as if he was made of latex. "T'would be wonderful if you could stay here and play forever and ever and ever, don't you thiiink~?" he gave you a boop on the nose.

          "Well I–"          He chuckled and playfully shoved you away. "Don't worry, I kid!! There's no need to stay here just to experience happiness. Wherever you go, whatever you do, you can feel unending joy! If, of course, you get rid of all those other pesky emotions. Sadness? Anger? Fear? Who NEEDS 'em?!" He gave a thumbs-down. "Wanderers always try and try to make sense of our world, they bemoan all the "scary" and "dangerous" and "deadly". As if that even matters!! EVERY world has its dangers, do they not?? If you confront them with a smile and a laugh and a head full of bliss, nothing can stand in your way."

         I mean... he had a point. But you squinted suspiciously. “What’re you saying? That you can take away emotions?”         “Yeeees indeedy!!” He puffed his chest out proudly. “I can cure the mortal mind of those terrible, hindering blemishes. ‘Tis a skill that even the Court Jester envies~! He’s the one who sent you here, you know!”

        “The… Court Jester?” The one from the painting back at the tavern? “Really?”         He nodded fast and took your hand, starting to swing you around as if performing an exaggerated formal dance. “He sent you to me and my dearest friends because of your positive outlook! You and your zappy-go-lucky Nightmare friend laugh in the face of death and you make Death laugh right back. What a couple o’ cards, I don’t meet nearly enough wanderers like you!!” He barked out a laugh.

          So the trap wasn’t this man’s doing. This so-called Jester had lured you here… “...Wait-” You blinked up at him. “You know he’s a Nightmare?”

         The man giggled into his hand. “The Jester knows many, many things, my friend~!” he gave you a playful shove. “He knows you have only the slightest sliver of a chance of leaving here, he knows your friend is doomed here. How unfortunate,” he tsk-ed and shook his head. “BUT he also knows you will forget all about misfortune in my hands~!” He placed a hand to his chest. “You showed quite some nerve, resisting the offer to spend the rest of your days playing away, returning to a time of innocence, but you really ought to reconsider throwing away such jubilation..” He gripped his bowtie, creating a strange sort of glowing static that emanated sounds of faint laughter, squeals, whooping and hollering.         …And what faintly sounded like agonized wails amongst the cacophony.         “You need only to make a pact with good ol' Mr. Shiro!" He then held his hand out to you, still ‘glowing’ with static, indicating a handshake. "Whaddya say?"

         You gulped and took a small step back. "Uhh... Listen, I appreciate you wanting to make me feel better, but I'm actually pretty happy already, all things considering," you shrugged. "I'm in good hands with my friend here."

         Instead of responding with disappointment, the empty void on his grey face slowly revealed a wide, Cheshire-like smile full of sharp teeth, taking a step closer to you. "Are you now? Ohh but ‘pretty' happy is simply not the same!" He waggled his finger. “Journeying onward will only risk throwing you into more danger!! That pesky fear will come back, again and again, no matter how much Mr. Monster Mash tries to make you laugh!!” He took another step forward, his legs stretching a bit to make him even taller. “I want to make sure that you laugh forever and ever!! That beautiful smile etched onto your lovely face, another fine addition to those who ever so willingly gave up their sorrows and worries to me!” He gestured a finger to his bowtie, then cracked his knuckles, wiggling his fingers at you, his smile growing wicked. “Now juuuust hold still~”

        You felt a blush light up your cheeks at the gesture. You swallowed and turned tail to make a break for it, eyeing one of the play structures to try and hide in.

         He cackled in amusement at your attempts to flee. "WHY ARE YOU RUNNING, FRIEND?? YOU'RE HAVING FUN HERE, AREN'T YOU?!" His voice sounded more manic than ever. Downright giddy at the chance to play with you. He whipped his arms forward attempting to grab at you again, but you managed to duck down and slide under the cage of one of the play structures like you were sliding into home-base, and crawled up the tubing.

         It wasn’t difficult to get a read on his location. His wild, way-too-jovial laughter never stopped. “Ohh how I LOVE a good game of hide-and-seek!! I NEVER lose~!!” He cackled. Just as he was getting too close for you to keep camping out, one of his rubbery arms shot right through the caging and grabbed at the floor near your legs. You gasped and barely stifled a scream, quickly climbing higher into the structure.         You found some clear tunnels to climb through, trying to peek out in the dark building below you. His laugh sounded like it was more distant… But when your eyes came back into focus on the plastic tubing, you saw his face in the reflective surface. You felt your heart jump into your throat and you started to back up… Just in time for his reflection to phase right out of the plastic and start crawling after you on his noodly limbs, cackling like a lunatic again.         “SHIT-!!” You hurried backwards and dove into one of the slides. You staggered to your feet, having to catch your breath. You barely had time to take a few more steps forward before you saw him again, hanging upside-down from nearby monkey-bars, waving one of his hands frantically at you. You laughed at the sight. This crazy bastard was giving you as much of a run for your money as the Nightmare. It didn’t help that you were pretty worn out from all your previous fun.         And Mr. Shiro used that to his advantage. He swung himself over from the monkey bars, flinging his rubbery arms forward and wrapping them around you.. And promptly burying his digits against your belly. “Heeheeheee, laugh for meeee~” His fingertips were soft and squishy, and very skilled.

        “YEEK-!” You whined, barely having the energy to fight back anymore, falling back against him and letting him tickle you.

        “Tiiickletickletickle! Ohh that’s the happiest laugh ever!! You really do enjoy this~!!” He let out a jolly laugh of his own. He unwrapped his arms, only to pull your arms above your head and hold your hands together. His other hand made quick work of tickling over your torso in unpredictable patterns. Pinching your sides, playing your ribs like a piano. Closely following each of your arching, bucking movements, never letting you escape contact with his hand for a moment. “Coochiecoochieeeheeheee!! Oh I could simply do this all day~! Such a shame you mortals need silly things like food, or water, or oxygen, I could tickle you into the next decade and never let you frown again~!”

        His hands buzzed with that strange static again. It wasn’t like Rags’ tickle magic. It filled your belly with butterflies, the light, airy feeling travelling through the rest of your body. Despite his manic personality, his hands were surprisingly gentle. The delicate fluttering drew out your gasps and squeaks; His arms wrapped around you felt like a secure hug. It made you feel…Comforted. You practically melted against him. “Awwww, so cuuuute!!” He teased. “No wonder all my silly little friends couldn’t resist having a go at you~!”

        You felt your body start to relax more in his grasp, and he took advantage of this to sling you over onto one of the nearby rope bridges a few feet off the ground, laying you out flat on your back. He stretched his body up through the bottom of the ropes, promptly yanking your shoes off, poking and tickling your toes and underneath them. “Tickletickle, little tootsies!!”         “NNnaah-hahahaha!! Stahahahap-hahaha!!” Your system was already on adrenaline and dopamine overload. You barely had the strength to fight back anymore, even if you wanted to. You wanted to let this entity tickle you, and play with you, and make you laugh with his army of cartoon friends as long as they wanted. You felt happy. So happy. As if there could never be a sad or angry thought in your mind ever again…

         The sound of the Nightmare’s voice hollering from above started to snap you out of it. "GERONIMOOOO!" He shouted yet again. He plummeted down from the ceiling, phasing right through the bridge and landing directly onto Mr. Shiro, pulling him off of you, tumbling with him onto the floor below and straddling his waist.

        "WAUFF–!!" The entity bounced off of the spongy floor, then instantly wheezed and burst into laughter. "BAHAHA!! Goodness, you sure caught me unawares!! You really are unpredictable!!"         “Hehehe, glad you’re a good sport about it, Mr. Giggles! Noww, whaddya say you laugh for us for a while~?” He smirked and wiggled his fingers at the entity's face.           You found the strength to roll over onto your stomach to watch the commotion below you.

          Mr. Shiro gasped loudly and instantly started squirming. "O-Oh heavehehens, now let's not get too hastyyhehehe!!" He burst into nervous giggles before the Nightmare had even made contact with him, attempting to shield himself by bending his noodly arms all over his torso.

          But Rags faked him out, instead sneaking his stretchy hair tendrils behind him to start tugging at his shoes.           The entity instantly yelped and burst into wild giggling and gasps. “GYEEE-HEHEHE!!”           “Ohh? You can feel that, huh? Or are ya being dramatic again~?” Rags snickered. But the more he tried to tug and find the lip of his boot, the more he realized something… “Ohhh, I see now. You don’t actually have shoes. You can feel this juuust fine~!” One of his tendrils morphed into a brush, scrubbing against the spongy, rubbery sole of his “shoe”.

          Mr. Shiro practically squawked and bucked under the Nightmare, pounding his fists and feet into the floor, smiling wider than ever. “WAAAIEEEE-HEEHEEE NAAHAHAHAT THE FEEHEEHEET!!” His elastic body flailed and snaked and warped under Rags. You smiled wide at the sight. Mind if I get a closer look? You asked Rags in your thoughts.           He smirked up at you and nodded, snapping his fingers, poofing you down to lay out on the floor close to them.           “HEEHEHEHELP!!” Mr. Shiro sprung one of his arms over to you, holding out a hand like someone needing rescued. You almost took it just to humor him, pausing when you saw it buzzing with that same strange fuzzy static as before. Rags noticed too, diving in to blow an enormous raspberry against his thin torso, at the same time burying his claws against his underarms. The entity shrieked and was forced to retract his arms to clamp them down over his sides, filling the high, empty building with his squawking, hysterical laughter.           “Nice try, Rubber-Band-Man~! But don’t you think you can go making soul-binding pacts when I’m around~” He chuckled meanly, sending a ticklish burst through him, practically turning him into a wacky-waving-tube-man.           You scooted yourself closer, not able to resist the urge to tickle one of his rubbery sides. He screeched and whined loudly. “NAAAH-HAHAHA NOT YOU TOOHOOHOO!!” He didn’t try to shove you or the Nightmare off of him, though; he simply hid his huge laughing smile under his hands.           You grinned. “I dunno, Rags, I think he likes this~”           Rags took notice too, smirking and raising an eyebrow. “You’re riiiight~ A shame I can’t keep you as my happy, laughing little ticklish pet forever and ever~!”          

           The entity whined and hid his face more. “B-But I muhuhust stay hehehere!! Spread my- AAH-HAHAHA JoyyeeEEHEHE to every lost sohohoul !!” He finally managed to worm his way out from under the Nightmare by stretching his body as thin as it could go, promptly springing up and doing a cartwheel backward, tidying off his bowtie and hat, catching his breath.           Rags slowly stood up, menacingly starting to stalk toward him, cracking his knuckles; the sight giving you secondhand chest-flutters.           “D-Don’t you want the same??” Mr. Shiro held his arms out, trying to bargain. “You take away sadness, you dampen fear, you drown out the bloodlust of our denizens, your entire being craves ceaselessly for laughter and jubilation!!"

          Rags chuckled, shrugging. The more he stepped forward, the more the other entity stepped back. “You’re not wrong~ But see, that’s where you and I are different. I know that other emotions are important.” He finally stood still.  “I’m not just made of laughter… I’m also made of…” He promptly grew himself a couple feet taller than the entity, looming in close. “FEEEAARRR~”

          The man gasped and balked and nearly stumbled back over his own feet.

          Rags giggled playfully. “See? That was exciting, wasn’t it? Fear ain’t so bad~! Not if you don’t let it put you in a bad mindset! Plenty of people enjoy a healthy dose of fear.”

          The entity quickly adjusted his hat. “I-I wasn’t afraid!! Simply startled, that’s all!!” He huffed. “Well fine then, what of sadness? What of anger? HOW are negative emotions anything but poison?!”

          “Because that’s what makes us human!!” You decided to speak up, slowly standing to your feet. “No-one likes being sad. No-one likes grief, or guilt, or being terrified for their life. But just because something causes us pain doesn’t mean we can’t work through it. People like venting their emotions through intense music, sad movies, therapeutic hobbies.” You tried offering a reassuring smile. “You can always remind people that there are reasons to still feel happy and hopeful even if they’re dealing with some really bad shit. But you can’t force people to be happy forever.”           "There ya have it," Rags gestured to you. "Took the words right outta my mouth."

          Mr. Shiro scoffed and stretched out the top half of his body to lean in close to you. “Well I disagree~” For once, his smile seemed…strained. Of course, pulling his eyes away from Rags was a mistake. He was a crumpled pile on the floor within moments when Rags started squeezing rapidly along his hips. “YEEE-HEE-HEHEHE!!”           “Heheheh, forget it, buddy. You’re not winning this one~” His tail-hand clamped down onto the man’s ankles and sent a tickly burst through him, making him flail and howl again. “I wanna meet this Jester of yours. Sounds to me like he’s been keepin’ an eye on us, is that right? He’s the one who trapped us here?”           “YYEE-HEEhhHESS!!” Mr. Shiro wailed into his arms.           Rags scoffed. “Betcha he stuck us here cause he's too piss-scared to take me on himself~ Well if he’s so smart, then he’ll know how to get my buddy outta here. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll give me that answer willingly~!" his smile curled into an irritated sneer, voice lowering into a growl.           The entity rolled onto his back when Rags stopped his attack, catching his breath again, laying a hand on his stomach. “H-Heheh… Y-You’re… really proposing challenging him?”           “Damn right!! I’ve been chompin’ at the bit to go head-to-head with someone on par with me, if you even got anyone that strong here,” he gave a cocky smirk, lifting Mr. Shiro to his feet. “Not sayin’ that you and your Saturday Morning Gang here are weak, of course, a toon’s only weakness is paint thinner, heh~"           "Wha-" The man balked. "How do you know that?!"           Rags giggled. "I know many, many things~" he tapped a finger to his temple. "And I KNOW that Jester won't stand half of a chance against me while I have an overcharged battery to burn off!” He held out a bright glowing hand, letting off a burst of magic.. Which gave off a loud BANG and promptly jumped around to all the nearby jungle gym structures like lightning rods sucking up a thunderstorm. The entity squawked and ducked down, covering his ears.           Rags cackled at the entity's reaction, re-absorbing his magic again. “Heheheh, aren’t you curious to see what would happen if a god of laughter goes toe-to-toe with an expert entertainer~?”

          The man scratched his chin. “Hmmm…Y’knowww, you’ve piqued my interest! Whose joy is stronger? The stark-raving antics of a megalomaniac who defies his world of terror, or the refined performances of an entertainer who stands above Time and Space itself? I’ve a feeling he’ll have something to say about this sorry excuse of a Jester’s getup, in any case!” he gestured to Rags’ outfit.           Rags just giggled, holding out a massive hand, indicating a handshake. “So it’s a deal, then? You tell us how to get to him, I’ll make sure you get to peek in on the show~”           “Heh…” Mr. Shiro bowed his head. “Fiiine fine, very well~” He shook the Nightmare deity’s hand. “If you somehow manage to win, then by all means, flaunt your victory over all of us as much as you want! Not like it's going to last.” His wide smile returned. “But if you lose… Then I keep your silly, misguided little Wanderer with me. Forever~”

          “Deal!”           “Wha– RAGS!!” You glared up at him.

        He just grinned smugly. “You really think I’m gonna lose~?”           Mr. Shiro led you both to a red velvet curtain on one of the far walls, pulling it back dramatically to reveal a portal doorway leading out to a spooky-looking nighttime circus, the dim lights of various rides and attractions giving off a somewhat eerie, but inviting atmosphere. Your eyes lit up in excitement. “Oooh!! I haven’t been to a circus in forever!” You beamed up at Rags.           Mr. Shiro chuckled. “Well let’s get this show on the road then!!” He tied back the curtain with a golden cord on the wall. “Tell the Jester I did my part, but your sheer stubbornness was far too much even for my companions’ limitless stamina,” he chuckled.

          Before you headed through, he walked up to you. “You’re still making a mistaaa~aaaake!” He commented in a singsong voice,  waggling a finger in front of your face. “But… from one Connoisseur of Laughter to another, I say you both have plenty of reasons to keep smiling~!”           He took a dramatic bow, stepping back into the darkness and disappearing.

          Rags then took your hand. “A circus, huh? Seems pretty fitting~ Ready to go on some rides and kick ass?”           “Do you even need to ask??”

          You both hopped into the portal together, another step closer to finding someone who could help. Assuming he even wanted to. But you had no doubts that you and your Nightmare buddy had full power to "persuade" your way to victory.

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five  Chapter Six Chapter Seven (current) Chapter Eight

Footnotes:

Abandoned play park: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pwi5OokwlU

Bounce house: https://sta.sh/01lapch2wbr

Ballpit: https://backrooms.fandom.com/wiki/Level_60 ( https://sta.sh/02e0h3zkgyq9 )

Playplace: https://sta.sh/01dl3xnsbp8n

Childhood nostalgia: https://sta.sh/0fwbqgx1rbx

Paper Snakes: https://sta.sh/0112pvtuai7n

Nightstalkers: https://sta.sh/0uir2qjx28 (Specifically used this one because of how they're described to have latex bodies. I wanted to include at least one entity that wasn't directly cartoon-related)

Mr. Shiro: https://sta.sh/01rrmb7z78vo

We’re officially at the halfway mark now!! And it's my longest chapter yet, holy shit

Sooo, I'm starting to notice a running theme of Levels and entities that are meant to be integral parts of my chapters getting yeeted from the Wiki. Half of the shit I intended to use from this chapter was deleted. Thankfully I was able to relocate them with the Wayback Machine. I just really don't want to take any credit for concepts that weren't mine in the first place.

In any case, I did take some creative liberties with the rest of this chapter. I wanted it to be a big homage to classic cartoons. The Toon monsters from Yu-Gi-Oh used to unsettle the hell out of me as a young teen - and kinda still give me the heebie-jeebies. And yet, they became a big influence for Rags' personality (along with Genie and Beetlejuice), and over time, I came to realize their potential as unhinged Lers. If I was a furry I’d probably be as weak for them as I am for clowns, lmao. And if any cartoony creatures belong in the Backrooms, it's those fuckers and the Cuphead bosses

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the BEST looney tunes cartoons (in my humble opinion)

after spending weeks - possibly months - curating the list of the top looney tunes cartoons, i have decided to share it with the world. i organized them based on character, and chose the cartoons that i think specifically follow this basic criteria: 1. they portray the characters in a way that is comedic and true to past writing and established character traits 2. they are entertaining, funny, and have well-executed gags 3. they give the authentic looney tunes feeling and are good representations of looney tunes as a whole if you are introducing a friend to looney tunes, or want to get into it yourself, i suggest you start with these cartoons. they are my personal favorites and i think they capture what makes looney tunes great. before i get into the list, some things worth noting: - i did not include the characters elmer fudd, yosemite sam, tweety, marvin the martian, the tasmanian devil, or any smaller characters. this was because all of these characters are usually paired with more major or more entertaining characters that i made lists of instead. i don't think these characters are enough on their own to make a separate list about, and i don't think that learning about these characters is a necessity when starting looney tunes. - if a cartoon features multiple characters, i put it under the character i thought that it represented best. for example, in porky and daffy cartoons where daffy is silly and funny, i put them under daffy. but in porky and daffy cartoons where daffy is messing with porky, and porky's forced to become sinister, i put those under porky.

finally: the list. (also a shift from my strict no-caps policy)

Bugs Bunny A Wild Hare (1940) - first appearance Hot Cross Bunny (1948) Buccaneer Bunny (1948) Rabbit Fire (1951) Bugs and Thugs (1954)

Daffy Duck Porky's Duck Hunt (1937) - first appearance Porky and Daffy (1938) The Wise Quacking Duck (1943) Duck Soup to Nuts (1944) Daffy Doodles (1946)

Porky Pig I Haven't Got a Hat (1935) - first appearance The Pest That Came to Dinner (1948) Often an Orphan (1949) The Ducksters (1950) Fool Coverage (1952)

Sylvester Life With Feathers (1945) - first appearance Who's Kitten Who (1952) A Bird in a Guilty Cage (1952) Gift Wrapped (1952) The Last Hungry Cat (1961)

Wile E. Coyote/Roadrunner Fast and Furry-ous (1949) - first appearance Beep, Beep (1952) Stop! Look! And Hasten! (1954) Whoa, Be-Gone! (1958) Wild About Hurry (1959)

Foghorn Leghorn Walky Talky Hawky (1946) - first appearance The Foghorn Leghorn (1948) A Fractured Leghorn (1950) Little Boy Boo (1954) A Broken Leghorn (1959)

Honorable Mentions* The Henpecked Duck (1941) The Great Piggy Bank Robbery (1946) Operation: Rabbit (1952) Mouse Divided (1953) Devil May Hare (1954) Birds Anonymous (1957) Robin Hood Daffy (1958)

Best One-Offs Porky in Wackyland (1938)** Cross-Counry Detours (1940) The Haunted Mouse (1941) Russian Rhapsody (1944) Dough Ray Me-ow (1948) Feed The Kitty (1952)*** One Froggy Evening (1955)

*these are cartoons that i almost picked for top cartoons, but didn't quite make the cut. but these are definitely worth being mentioned because they are almost if not equally as great.

**i know this isn't a one-off because it has porky in it, but i don't consider this a great cartoon for porky because he's really bland in it. i love this cartoon because of the ridiculous characters and backgrounds. ***this also isn't a one-off because there are multiple shorts featuring marc anthony and pussyfoot, but they're very small characters so i consider it part of that category.